You breathe music.
there's poetry
between your every
uttered word.
you own every room you
enter.
all is a shrine in your
honour.
I see paintings in the shapes of
your blood veins; ocean universes
in your tears.
when you cry, there's no fight.
just whispered discontentment,
comfort is the opposite of
argument.
you beautiful, little beast.
claws constantly concealed.
I kiss your paws.
see right through you.
love
it
all.