Love,
Some night in the summer when it’s not too cold,
Let’s go to the park and kiss in the grass until
Someone walks by
(Even then, we’ll laugh and kiss again because they’re embarrassed –
But we aren’t)
Like we used to before we had cars and
Empty houses.

I’m going to kiss you harder than
I’ve ever kissed before;
My mind won’t wander farther than
The ends of your body, curling
Around my own.

There was a time when the world wasn’t sure if we were in love.

We walked along the railroad tracks,
And I forget what we talked about,
But we were always holding hands.

Love,
Some day in the spring let’s walk aimlessly, past the
Streets we’ve already been on,
And I won’t even make you wear a sweater,
Because secretly,
I like the way your t-shirts smell better.

Anyway, we’ll love each other until our lips turn blue.

Love,

Did you know that before you came along,
Love poems didn’t exist?

Love,
It was more than two years ago
The very first time we danced together.

Sometimes, I replay it in my mind –
I’m not sure what it was about that night;

Maybe
It was not the rhythm of our bodies matching with the music, but the
Rhythm of our hearts matching with each other’s.

Last summer,
When were lying on my bed, you started to cry.
For a long time, it was silent.

In that moment, we became something much more than just ourselves.
For the first time,
We were not alone.

And, there we were.
Naked and crying -
But we were not alone.

Eric, you took my heart by the hand,
And taught me how to love.
You haven’t let go since.

Two years ago, we danced together for the first time.

And, here we are.
Love, we are not alone.

I want you to know that
you make it difficult to
write poetry,

Because my thoughts can't focus
on anything for too long,
without reverting back to
your smile-
which, by the way,
equates to mountains.

I think you hold the earth in
that smile.
I am a
thief of worlds
when you share it with me.

I don't know what the word Love means.

And just because it is English,
and I feel it all around me
every moment of every day,
radiating through the soles of my feet,
doesn't mean I have to use it.

It’s hard to get out of it
Once you get into it

And I know what you’re thinking,
And you’re probably wrong.

But sometimes, it’s like your eyes adjust and turn everything
Grey
And then when you realize that
“I am an organism capable of
Perceiving color”

It’s foreign

You imagine an aged man, a long time ago, with white hair and
Maybe a lab coat
And you don’t know where he is,
But he’s just invented the color blue,

He’s just created the world.

Yeah, it’s hard to get out of it
Once you get into it

But listen to me:
Get out of it.

Go create the world.

It happens when,
(Together)
We breathe in the night.
It happens when
(Together)
We breathe in the darkness,

We breathe in the stars.

Because believe it or not,
I still remember when you told me
That the stars were beautiful
And I thought it was strange how foreign,
Yet at ease,
The word “beautiful” sounded
Coming from your lips.

It makes a difference
When you aren’t alone in noticing beauty.
It makes a difference
tonight, when I breathe in the
the stars,
that I know you still think they are beautiful.

After awhile,
The word together
Holds a different meaning.

And you and I,
Together –

We breathe in each other.
We breathe in the stars.

I miss the sunshine.
I know why it’s out today –
It’s wiping the shadows
Away from our eyes.

It’s going to warm the bare skin on your
Chest,
Forming pathways between your flesh and
Mine,
And when you brush the hair out of my face
With your fingers cascading over my cheekbones…
I could just lay here.

Can you hear it?
The sun is so loud, screaming almost,
Calling our very own names.

The sun came out today
For us,
To warm your hand so that it can hold mine,
But unfortunately,
the sun can’t change your mind when you
let go.

Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw your feet peeking out from
Underneath the bed,
Dancing through the halls of heaven.

Out of the stained window pane,
Your grey eyes
Smiled into my kitchen,
Allowing themselves space on the vacant counter.

I know you are following me.
I spy your fingers crusading up the
Steps to my porch, each morning after
It rains.

I know your shadow watches me
As I walk up and down the same
Ghost-filled streets,
And wait for you to dissolve.