Our relationship
is old enough to drink.
I'd never thought of it
as its own being -
separate from us,
the two of us mixed together.
But there was
wide-eyed wonder,
adolescent rage,
spaces spent drifting,
and now
the strength
of a foothold,
reaching the crest
where the whole
wide earth stretches
out, filling the canvas
yellow, red, orange,
the exact hue that
it should be