What is sacred to you?

Moonlight cascading off your skin, ricochets

Around these walls, off the glass and steel of this city

My fingers compose music down your ribcage, 

We are seven floors up but I want to go higher—

I want to climb inside your mind

Experiencing this new-new novel

                                      whose tone and words and plot line I’ve never read before. 

 

You intrigue me. The discovery of someone else’s mind is like that. 

It’s funny how I know before I know, that yours is a mind I like

I want to fall into its depths 

Take residency in its nuances  

Sure, your face, that body; they’re my aesthetic 

But your mind, that mind. 

I could deep dive 

I could languidly reside there for days. 

 

this

It is sacred to me

Our beginnings, our endings

Our nights with no in-between

Infinite nights upon

Infinite days

When they meld and marble into one

this beautiful, inimitable pattern

 

I see it all

as the pixels of your voice diffuse around me 

it is grand and it is new and it is heady

and it is wondrous and it is nascent and it is unwritten

we are moments 

we are years

we are decades

the mundane, and the unseen

and the delicious, improbable, unlikely 

that makes perfect sense. 

 

what is sacred?

it’s been playing on my mind lately. 

It changes over time

what do you guard?

what do you protect?

What do you set an impenetrable boundary around? for your own good

I’m acutely aware that exposure oxidises.

But sometimes, there is something so freeing about letting the light in and

    the teal copper goes when it has weathered the elements is, to me, more beautiful than

when it’s new 

 

But this, our beginning

I think the beginning is sacred. 

it is vulnerable in its newness

in its nascent growth 

one-on-one is sacred 

The space between us, the time between us, the conversations between us. 

Are sacred to me. 

 

  ~ Jennifer McGeever