How To Hold Your Favorite Person

Like you would hold a flower at an altar,

Piece by piece, taking apart the seeds of a dragon fruit,
                                             the husk of a coconut.

Like sleep in wait for a wonderful day,

Drifting along the waves,
                              flowing.

Like a handmade card and a beautiful letter,

Moving with precision and intuition,
                     thoughtfully, intentionally.

Like eyes,

         distanced but never apart.