t(ransformative) 4 t(ransformative)

My name has never felt more
                                                        mine
than when you’re whispering it to
me in the warmth of your arms.

I hear the words echoing through my mind
across a field of wheat
                                          seedlings, recently planted
it’s green, still growing
not yet ready to be shared with the world.

The field of possibilities
                                              and you and I,
in this universe that we are creating
just for ourselves.