It scares me that I was right
where  you  wanted me. I
was nothing  but one  of
your masterpieces (oil
on canvas), a rubber
duck floating out
to  sea  with  no
r e d flares and
a   hurricane
o  n   t  h  e
h  o  r  i  z  o  n  .

and like all
beautiful
things i
wanted to
start you
over so that
your beauty
would
belong to
me instead.

i see you in bursts of
light across the sky.
you are streaming
from what could only
be the hands of some
kind of god. you are
of infinite value
(metal drips of honey
on my skin) we walk
slowly talk
with your nose buried
in my neck. but i need
you to please talk with
only your hands so i
can hear what you're
really saying. when will
i stop being afraid to let
go? love is a thing that
usually breathes into me
but lately it's been
bouncing off my sternum
and then off of yours.
tell me we have not lost
our hearts to our past
mistakes-
tell me we will be okay.