Your dimples like the ocean,
carved out of the earth in perfect ovals,
deep, pale, and inviting
only present themselves
when I need their warmth
most desperately and
I've always been kind of
uncomfortable with the way
I look in my bathroom mirror,
absolutely soaked in flaws
illuminated dramatically
by daunting white fluorescent lights
but I have to say
I like the way my face looks
kind of soft and easy when
I catch a glimpse of it
all tinted green in the reflection
of your eyes

You are smoking a misty rose
with your legs crossed in front
of a sliding screen door
and the way the sun hits the
small blonde hairs on your thigh
makes you seem kind of
vulnerable but then again
you are breathing fire,
quite literally
and the biggest star
in the sky has
come just to
touch you where your
strength collects most
vividly,
I think it is absorbing you,
I think it will be so bright today
that flowers will break free
from the earth & grow
at rapid speeds
because you are in the sky now,
or you've always been,
maybe only for me
or maybe for the entire world,
I can't decide

yesterday you cried
on the way home from
center city
right in the back of
a ***** taxi cab
and when we got
to the north side
you said the rain
was just so pretty

I don't always understand
the contents of your skull
but I know that it all fits
somehow with the decor
in my house
and you are more than
shower *** on Friday night
and you are more than
pancakes on Sunday morning,
cause I could stare at you forever
and die thinking I'll live forever