Girder

Cities with water running through them always get me. The bridges, the boats, the banks, the breeze. The way the land splits without taking sides. The way the beautiful scenes slip in and out of view. The way I can trace the clouds in my mind, like the topography of your face, the skin spread out over bones, so fine, so strong. My fingers know no other sense. My heart knows no other beat. I live in you already. I'm lost in you, and happy that way.