nurture

whether it is her voice
or whether this universe 

may nurture with kindness
the nature of my sadness

regardless of what messes
regardless of my confessing

dark lessons past misses
lost lovings lest kisses

left behind beliefs
right before becoming

something felt
something real​

well then there is that and
now then what is this and

you'd err if
you'd think there's 

nothing more I need to know
nothing else she needs to feel

than to merely nurture and mold
that which mirrors her bold nature

when deeper within is truth welling
well within our depths compelling

us to
be one