We have been partners now for
twenty-three years, since that night
we tried the makeshift skating rink
in your father’s yard. Shy and slight
even then, you landed laughing, far,
when I whirled you into snow.
Over the years, still side-by-side,
we’ve traversed ice so thin
it shattered as our strides
skimmed past, axels, throws
so difficult I never knew
if you could ever still forgive.
But here we are. Your arm in mine.
I start my pivot, hold tight, then give
until your spiral starts a flow
as breathless as my soul.
I lift you up, and as a measure
of your trust, your heart inclines
to slip into my arms, a treasure
to treasure, until our final curtain call.