You Just Feel It

You don't ask it, you just feel it. When his hand knows where to heal it. When the room drops to a whisper, And his breath becomes the river. He stays, I see the signal, On the fire escape at midnight. Eyes that flicker like a candle, Soft and certain, not too bright. His palm, his pulse, his Gravity. It pulls me, pulls me, Pulls me. What moves through you when he finds you? What bends open from behind you? What expands inside your ribcage when he's Standing on your doorstep? I carry him under my skin, In the quiet, in the din. In the gap between my shoulders, Where the winter never goes. My neck, My knees, My knuckles. He just knows, he just knows, he just Knows. I've traced it in the morning frost, Felt it on the crowded bus. Heard it in the thing he lost, And then gave to both of us. I'm lucky, I'm lucky that his shadow Fits my shape. I'm lucky, I'm lucky for the pull and Not the escape.