a porch
on a
seashore;
a small
room with
a big window.
i love
you in
this shirt.
i love
you here
in the
chaos
of my
arms
and your
arms. my
legs and
your legs.
outside
the choir
is getting
loud and
quiet.
and i
have
cried
for all
the times
i couldn't
hold you
and bring
you from
the cold
to this
warm
home.
i have
made
us tea.
i love
you in
the first
moments
of morning
light and
soft sleep.
the
choir is
playing a
familiar
song, and
you can
have this
for ever.
the ocean
is yellow
with
sunflowers;
the stories
are turning
the skies
pink.
i love
how you
remember
things.
your
shirt
smells
lovely.
you're
looking
at me.
air.
breath.
sounds.
the choir
is just
for you.
i love
you all
the time.