unknown

the unknown is a secret
you can’t tell it
you can’t coax it out with words
or make it answer questions
you ask

i want to be with you
to slide quietly through fate’s fingers like warm butter
smiling together
tasting yellow joy on our skin and hands

to hold each other at night
like we know forever’s use-by-date
and laugh at time
and the wind outside

the unknown will make me yours
as surely as it will send you south
while my heart flies east
and carries a photo or two of your eyes

i remember the faith required to fall in love
the wounds freshly healed

and still, i want to be with you

milking sweet salt from our lips
the feeling that we know nothing
the unknown dazzling with nowhere to be
but here