i don't know what a fathom is
but i know you have them in spades
because your questions are my answers
your IS, my will (our new)
no where do i butterfly sing
but in sacred spaces enclosed with give
your words are what my limbs speak
as they dance for unladen time
upon nimble fingered angel tips
woken beneath silence with tempered lashes
of tickle feather eyes
it is in this way that i love you.