you'll get my golden calm
the better and the best of me
a bright and an impossible
       radiant light will shine through me
bright and impossible. I tell ya.

.you'll see. you'll feel. you'll start to believe.
.don't give up on us just yet.

please.have.little.more.patience.
It's a long journey ahead of us.

She hums to the beat
Of my racing heart
And my deal with the cousin of death
Collapses and at once I resurrect
With her laying on my naked chest
I transform into a playful child
Fingers travelling at a snail’s pace
Through the traffic of her hair
A world stricken with war
All my life, I’ve run headless
In pursuit of the look of peace
And there it wore your face
And it’s beautiful

I wish that others could see you
as I do, Darling.
I wish they were here with us now
and could hear Flaubert’s love letters
dripping off your lips.
I wish they could hear the tenderness,
the ache in your voice,
reading those scandals,
for a love that deep and unashamed.
I wish they could see the joy that
flashes across your face
at the simple pleasure
of a charcoal line
drawn perfectly across a page.
I wish all the world could see you;
see your mind and heart
and soul as I do,
because you would receive
ceaseless love letters
from an enamored world
that would make even Flaubert blush.

i was drowning in love
        lost in your sight
        the suffocation was
        questionably satisfying

i felt:
        safe.

        calm.

        new.

but in this newfound love,
        emerged a feeling of doubt

"are you the one?"