perhaps all you need from me tonight is
i love you
                      i’m sorry
                                           i’m listening
                                                                       i’m here
what else is there, worthy,
but bearing witness
i’ve talked too much already
i’d rather you paint the sky with all your colors
create the air around us both
me
offering
                soft shoulders
                                               canvas
                                                                      bare feet                             
you
becoming     and     becoming     and     becoming