To Hold Me

DSC_4964  bright windy tassels
  skip raindrops across sunlight,
  each finger a kiss

  wrapped around your stem
  of heightened poetry. I
  hear birds whistle by,

  and waltz with your words
  a shimmering memory
  pressed against my skin

  and you flow through me
  as I look up to the sky
  and wait for your hands

      - Rachel Gilliatt