cloudy blankets give warmth
when the outside world
screams
and rain falls like
domestic violence
and inside it's all
tea and blueberry
muffins baking
slowly
likethelove
in my guts.
i was confused that it wasn't a burst;
something violent
like the stomach flu
(that made me think
it wasn't really you
who i should count the
seconds with)
but you've patted soil
around my ankles
and i'm growing in your shade
blooming love
that has roots
instead of
momentary
drunkenness