show your work

generously holding my hand with one

pointing up to the night sky with the other

she whispers, “it’s our own blackboard”

her gaze fixes itself amongst the tapestry of stars

in this scattered canopy, we both find wholeness

she studies what’s above, lost in contemplation

as if she’s searching for something to write with

before i can admit it, she takes a breath to say

“what if i spell? and maybe you could add?

perhaps we try to create something

just as deep and vast and beautiful”

i watch her slowly compose letters into words

finding myself in awe of brilliance, personified

i start to see i love you in those luminous clusters

she nudges, her disposition tells me it’s my turn

but how do i begin such a piece of work

when this feels like an invisible equation

as my emotions surpass this dimension

who am i to measure and to calculate

especially when her countenance calls

saying “come balance my sides”

and her breaths beg to be taught

how to be silent while something grows

i want to become proficient, in this

i want to show all my work, with you