barefoot fountain

sift through seconds,

relive moments, 

slough off the ugly and remember

singing at the top of our lungs, 

talking about babies and other people

's weddings, 

swaying after kamikazes, hair back in a bar,

slipping lips and

touching fingers 

pulling you 

by the belt ("come my Greek goddess"),

analyze the details - save them for later -

a breath, 

an end,

the knowledge 

that you are,

you are

impossibly loved, 

surrounded by kindness, caught

- impossibly, gratefully caught -

in a sea, a net, a web 

of understanding, 

the 

heart-

beat, 

heartbeats, heart/beat, 

when friendship is boiled down 

to tears on a bench trickling 

and hugs on a floor ("come cuddle"), 

dresses and cupcakes 

at a champagne tea party,

a barefoot fountain. 

love is.