I can already feel myself
tethered down to you,
this strong anchor stone
in my shifting sands.
How do you navigate me,
as solid as you are,
when I am changing thus:
everyday new?
Maybe you are the blade
that catches my tempest,
transforming movement
into the stored energy of us.
I do not have to name it
only claim you as mine,
this weighted
solid
anchor of love.
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