I am learning you

How our hands touch, your smile

Blackberries in spring

New parts of you bloom

Bright through the twisting thicket

Fireflies at woods edge

We touch, the comfort

Of years between our edges

Soft rain on the skin

Love made someone new

A deep river growing wider

Honeysuckle drifts

I have fallen deep

Into the habit of love

Cricketsong from high grass