When this body is awash with love
of self, I see you free of worry lines
that once defined you fall away
revealing sun flares of exuberance.
When this body sees your vibrancy
coronas form around the simplest
words like hope and be and I
let go of distances formidable.
When this body moves through paths
we cleared together aeons past
converge to higher ground, remembering
volcanoes and their blinding ash.
When this body cashes in on all
she’s seen and done, the love
that crowns your form will lift us
both from grim, erupting histories.
© Elaine Stirling, 2013