with certainty...

January 10^th, 2006

everything is prettied by distance

& fogged over phonecalls

but there is a certainty

that freckled faces

magnified by more than sober sips of tea

will remain the pivotal point of her & me.

certainty,

that neither the lake or the sea could drown,

certainty, like a brass knuckled jukebox knockout baby

we'll be free to paint over harm

& render songs under every magnolia tree:

morning hellos, walking the lines, stomping out monsters.

everything will pulse underneath our layered woolen wintery baby blue beginnings,

& shed like flowers in bloom summer skin triumphs.

come heaven or high water we will tattoo smiles on our bodies and ink every damn napkin in town.

(certainty, the words will be stained coffee beauty.)

hill & dee, we rhyme with certainty.

xHb