Last Night

Last night I held you. It was

as if I were holding nothing. That

 may sound crazy — some would say

it's an insult — but I loved your

lightness, your lack of need to be

something staking a claim to my

somethingness. In your nothingness,

you invite me. And I accept your

invitation. I want to fall into

your silent space, to be the ease

that is you, that is me before this

story I just thought up.

Carol Barrow
Feb, 2017