The Leaning

i found what shattered 
after them 
under those exposed 
beams, in the bay window room 
they'd pacted to face 
one another
extend their left hands and lay 
their cheek in the other's palm 
hold each other, like that, in the open air and sun
in shapes that seemed important
they leaned hard into that openness
i want to hear the poetry in their honest murmurs
there, like that
hearing the hollows of the other

their shards are immense
heavier than they look