Wavering

Here’s something I don’t need to say:
you move me.
There’s something genuine in your sincerity.
We can wrap ourselves around each other
like ouroboros and come back biting,
shining teeth
that are taking their time savoring,
re-discovering.

In every moment, past and present,
you have consistently held me steady.
I have tried to be an anchor for your misery
and each time we come back to each other again
and again
and again,
and I wonder if you can tell,
I’m learning to love you
a little less quietly.