ARTLESS SIMPLICITY

she skips along the edge of a whim

legs still learning grace,

eyes to the stars,

hands always a wink and a wish away from his hold.

he awakes each morning with a flutter in his throat

somedays she brings him a sketch of the dream she had last night.

she brings him coffee, spilled half-full

or her arm hooked around his elbow. a nudge

a sputtered laugh or an odd thought jumping through her lips before she could polish it

he lives for this artless simplicity, this clumsy stutter of heaven

her heart is not a mystery, it is a flighty thing

and his open hands stays steadfast