Mark my many colored footprints

remember for me the steps taken

to reach the twisted rope I cling to

attached to those splitting threads of you

cutting my hands with the push and pull

tipped on the fingers with bits of blue

scattered by midnight and its sighs

across the white of our thin skins

where I look for you in the curve

of the bellybutton you never got to see

shards of passed visions

rise with the sun and last

until the moon speaks eloquence

gentle breezes of what it means

to romance your celestial body

only the trees pull me up again

with their autumnal shouts of crimson

and the promises of citrine dreams

when climbing is required

whether knees or pride be skinned

hope held up on the fragile sticks of fate

asked so much to hold all the weight of us

but we ask when treasured moments are few

and love impossible skirts the edge of promises

gathering us close in the words shared silent