We play, rest, rise
Woven skein unwinding
Houses apart, river abreast 
Taking tea on balcony 

Always a mystery of two minds
No sensation for downcast eyes
Cascading words lost and find
Fruitless picking out motivations

The bottom of pot, cooled
Renewed, steeped brew simmering heat
Rose between two cheeks

A blush sweet from scorching sun
Below 42 degrees
Blistering sleet

Homebody, I nest alone
Full grown tenderlings
Binding fallen threads
Of existence into thermal weave

So that you, like father
Can protect and heal wind kissed skin
As salty drops slide winsomly 
A welcome sting. Long missed love