The slow learning of two strangers.
After a brief moment I pull myself together, uncross my ankles, bring my hands to my lap and wait.
I breathe softly and watch the morphing patterns.
Soft, muffled, nervous laughter at your earthy humour.
I hold within my teeth a mouthful of winter.
The scattered bits of what we began with- Will give birth to an idea, to a revolution.
And so I pour myself into you.