I want to be your boulder
with holds for your hands and feet,
big enough for you to climb,
strong enough to support you
and tall enough to give you a view
beyond the cedar thicket.
I want to be the smooth stone
you finger in your front right jeans pocket.
I want to skip across the quiet surface
of your still blue waters.
I want to fall into you, sink,
sink, enveloped in your coolness.