maybe it’s more intimate
because it’s real
there’s no playing house
or dress up
or certainly not pretend

it is just you
standing in front of me
figuring out how your long hands
curl into my small ones
figuring out how we fit
together

you love me like you know you have time
like you knew
and didn’t mind waiting
maybe that’s because you always did know
that every memory tied you to me
and strung our every dream, hope, and fantasy
into the floorboards of our home
where you’re a terrible dancer
but you don’t seem to mind
because after all
you love me like you know you have time

you have loved me so completely
it compliments the healing and gardening I did
before you walked in the door
flowers and fruits, willows and trees
Bloom when you come to greet me
I’m grateful there’s room for more

I was positively certain
That everybody had to be positively uncertain
until
our first date and I
was certain
positively

he is not a carnal need
but god does he feed me

he is no rock
but an Oak by right
having found his way
into every moment of mine

his roots stretch deep
running far and wide

Brushing against my own
just a few, many many times

so he finds my soul
and feels
against his own

creating a story
to be told
until

a moment is found
where love wasn’t written in every sound

oh how I loved her
as she ran for the hills screaming
and thrashing
a little gnashing of teeth

never will I let a man ever again
she roared with the drum
a battle cry — if you didn’t see the tear stains
consistent with the beat

until he reached out
no weapon to be seen
and the drum

slowed

along with her feet
— as puddles were made

his love on display

an act, a feat

no longer does she run
wearing the armour of a warrior
desperate for a fight

because he, oh he held her stare
unflinching
with every moment of time

oh how I loved her

but


the time for war is over

peace offerings
new countries
for the shore she longed for
is finally
under her feet

so she lays down her armour
her sword ****** so deep

as he planted the roots
of something
so sweet

into the ground as a promise
no more
no need