That’s Nice

The sweet, warm words you say to me and the way you hold me so close is so nice.

That’s nice
That you think of me, often
and I reciprocate
Always and in all ways.

That’s nice
That you kind of love me the same way that I love you.

That’s  just so
Nice.

Shine

The sun is shining down on me
and it is glorious.
Reminds me that I’m alive.
I have happiness.
Family.
I am blessed.
Goodness abounds.
Thank you, universe/God/etcetera.
Whomever.
Thank you.
I thank you.

My Heart

Belongs to you
On the best of days

Other days it’s mine
and you don’t deserve

One ventricle, chamber of it.
Not a bit.

Not at all, love.
Not at all.

Thinking

I’m always thinking about

Every word you say
To me

I scrutinize, dissect, gut

Every word you say
To me

I’m thinking that maybe
I’m over-thinking

Every word you say
To me

Maybe I need

To
Just
Silence
your
voice.

Like two lips,
pursed together,
but in a smile.

The petals are smooth -
coloured in silky shades
of red or pink
or perhaps a
vibrant cerise.

He buys me these flowers
every anniversary
to remind me

of his deep
and enduring love.

Shuttering

The curtains are closing
in my mind
Shuttering.

The performance
has ended and so spectacularly
It was quite a show
Explosions and
fireworks and such
Such
A mess
Am I
I am, I am.

Here you go.

I present to you

My simplest and most
complex, confused, and conflicted  thoughts

Just for your
Consumption.

Enjoy.