I watch the universe expand on the tip of a pin, needing no space at all and having all the space it needs to capture the rumble of each droplet, the beat of its heart having suddenly become my very own.
And you, holding the hammer of cymballed music, cocoon this kaleidoscope of tender fury within the folds of my soul.
I love you, you say, and my heart breathes a lullaby of untethered joy.
I follow the steps coloring my feet and skip nimbly along the path, your key clutched to my breast, right next to my heart.
(c) 2017 Iris B. Struller