That’s what they say about relationships,
said my friend. They are like sandpaper,
wearing us down to expose the core.
There have been other times when I would
have argued with her, referring to the velvet
of communion, the thin silks of unfolding,
the limbs melting, self melting, fear melting,
the layered weaving of breath and breath,
and feeling the rub, all I could say was yes.