so riveted by love,
so emotive yet raw.
time, then, became a vessel
of our numbered nights
i chose to untangle.
all this moment, lights
so yellow at the ceiling.

on wakeful, restless morning
of waking up next to him,
upon the come-and-go of pleas
of love so ruthlessly unbound.

on sunbeams and God or Gods there are,
i swore i could burst the ache off of
carrying a love so raw,
so tender so honest so heavy,
so devoided of flaw.