pure,
perfect,
love.

there was a moment
he looked at me
like I was all he needed in the world.

he looked at me
like I was enough.
like I forgot what life was,
before him.

like everything we once were,
COLLIDED...
and the aftermath was love.
pure, perfect love.

he was made for me,
and I, for him.
we will dance in the moonlight,
free from the world’s pain.

all because of him.
all because of love.
pure, perfect love.

You really did hit the jackpot
of love—
a poet fell in love with you.

what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists