Somehow, miraculous, your soft tendrils find my gnarled roots
and encourage me to start breathing this heady oxygen mix
my feet are wet with expectation
the moment you sidled up to me and gently nudged my tummy
grinning
that was the moment the lightning struck and fused us
the moment when a disbeliever became a prophet
& the world was shimmering with the silver of possibility.
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