There is a stubbornness to my longing
It hangs on to every heartbeat of missing you
Like a tree clinging by its intertwined roots
And defying the very gravity of the cliffside
The possibility of what will be, like floating
There is a stubbornness to my longing
There exists in this moment with you
No substance to the temporal space
A total lack of the linear flow we're used to
Only the way that you keep arching your back
And losing track of time as my fingertips trail
Across every last inch of gloriously pale skin
Cypress knees emerge from the path, mottled brown-grey
Their knobby and rough hide designed to catch my foot
As I amble along this gravel path, arm linked with yours
Camouflaging themselves within the walkway, treacherous
It does not matter as my footing is sure, confident
Knowing that whichever way I may start to stumble
Your presence will help steady me, guide me
That we'll work together to take the best steps forward
