Rotation

I adore

when you smell of leather
and taste of tea.
How I become as light as a feather
when you touch me.

I abhor

small talking over the weather
when it's not you reminding me
that in one second one can fit a forever
and of the stars and the sea.

Unlike before

I am not so lost in aether.
I know there is a woman in me
and our hands here, laced together,
are slowly setting her free.

12/01/2020