forty-six.

hand on my heart and
you've got me one down.
i don't remember how
you made your way this
far into all i've become.
hand on my heart and
you're wound around me
like roots, around me like rope,
                around me like wind.
wound around my heart like fire
and i can't extract your
fingers from mine.
you are an intricate fiber
and you're strong like iron.
i know who i am and i
can live without you.
i can thrive without you
but you're such an
intricate fiber.
you give me room to grow
and your hand holds my
heart loosely,
asking quietly to be allowed
to maintain that
one privilege.
you have been fashioned
for a purpose that coincides
beautifully with mine,
but i won't call this
coincidence.