The Number O

Hello, Beloved.

I have your number now.

Strange instances
have witnessed
a serial growth occuring,
and I have not been attempting
words…

fearing what recourse?
I had your energy pegged the moment
I stepped out from underneath
your signature,
burned
the closer I got
to
the fixture

I wanted to hear you
through the forest

through cilia
through shadows and rain

your voice
not saying words
dropped down

held space

celebrated

I sung notes
to your song
eons before
I knew that was a thing–

I’ve got your number, One.

I called you and you came.
I reached down to the place
where our energies burned-

where you had entered
there was still an open gate,

and I followed
that garden pathway

How you appeared
at my behest
is strange to me
less and less

the more
I stop
to
consider
this