Portland

the thick, humid weight of your words

and the static crack of your voice

what?..stop!..wait...what was that i just heard

in the overly deliberate annunciation of your mumblings

heavily sauced, wavering in and out of audibility 

strain to hear, comprehend, ears now ringing 

tears like dewdrops sliding down petals of a flower

forge southbound over blushing fleshy hills 

little sparkling rivers, fed of a sudden spring shower

my spirit trembling, biting back sobs i can't be rid of

my soul understood your words, i heard from within

your child voice..along with mine...."i just want to be loved"

i want to comfort you..stand by you..witness and honor you

it's the one surviving constant through life's changes of heart

our love is all that remains, binding soulmates through and true