I love you wildly and in exaltation
a joyful shout of passion, sunlight
bursting out of my chest, a warmth
a laugh I cannot contain, a peace
restless in its depth, and you
live in a land of cold, and I
do not know what you think of me, I
do not know if you think of me, I
would that I could, would send you
a gift of this sunshine- everyone needs
some warmth.

I know this house, but it's not home-
my blood has spilled between these walls
my tears have watered this cold floor,
and here my nightmares learned to crawl.

My fingers know each speck of paint
I have breathed in each mite of dust
my eyes have gazed upon each book
my heart still mourns the loss of trust.

I bled in ink, I wept in words
I laid my heart out, beating, bare
I spun entreaties for an ear
I found not one was listening there.

And if I should return someday,
and take my seat back at the hearth-
as dancing flames ensnare my gaze,
know I have gone into the dark.

the gap between filling my eyes
with your picture and running
my lips down your thighs, kissing
you so that fold appears
between your eyebrows, filling
my mouth with you, watching you unfold
beneath me and tracing
every letter in this unending love letter I would like to play out for you on every soft space you inhabit
is unbearable.