Small Rain

I was grown
specific, stretched,
length of limb and suppled spine
to match your own

you were made in memory
you were created beneath my skin
changed from fog to form
rooted, tangible under my hand

if you should have a world
no matter how temporary
no matter how transient
let me roam free there

take off the bindings
that tie me to this world
pull me into this small rain
rinse the salt from skin

to which order of infinity will we belong?
because with you,
I am as wide as the night sky
I am without boundary

all the silence in the world
would fit in the palm of my hand
winded, a wild slip of sigh poured
from the tiniest of pitchers