To write words over and over
To explain what it feels to love you
To express what you mean to me

No words can be enough for that
And so I always end up erasing them

keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
colouration.
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream

Breathe…
Oh my friend, stick on that word for a while.
Do you feel it float under your ribs?
Do you feel the warmth of your skin?
Do you feel the room expand?
Do you feel your chest loosen?
Yes.
Breathe…
Get a little lost in the word for a while.

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I don’t even have the words to write to tell you just how deeply complexly fully and most beautiful this art which we have created together with our hearts and our bodies and minds and soft edges and hard curves and deep gazes and silly hurts and lovely little laughters and ugly words and tears of all spectrums and hugs that were and are and always will be where I belong is in your very arms with my hands holding your face and your arms laced around my waist and foreheads touching and noses so gently gracing and kisses that are too good to exist and whispered words that make time stop and happy sweet tears fall that taste like the ocean and sunshine and love and time gone by and I just purely and completely will never be able to write anything even sort of close to those moments where I fall deeper in love with you but.
I will spend my whole life trying to
•••

I write so many silent poems about you

The words swirl and mix and create their own life

As quick as they come, they leave also
To make room for the next line
The next paragraph

Of a kiss or a whispered word
A tear welling up or freely falling
Fingertips on my back, water droplets running down to the floor with gravity

The words feel like a river, breathing in
Flowing down and around the bend
Gallons of water and pages of thoughts

Feelings rushing in warm and swift and pooling

Before they rush to the next basin

And on and on and on and on

You can never stand in the same river twice

And I can never remember the exact words I want to write about you

Because I just live in them in that moment
They pool around me. Your fingertips like little water droplets on my back
Running down with gravity

And this is a very disjunct poem because after-the-fact I just can’t pull the exact words I felt

Because you can never stand in the same river twice.

soul like the first warm sun of spring
Eyes open and shut
Clouds cover and uncover sunbeams
Blue skies and eyes and soft touch
Like the baby spring grass shoots
new every year, a perennial flower
Sprout, grow, blossom, bloom, wilt, shrivel,
die, freeze over.
The ground is hard, the sun isn’t warm
The wind cuts your skin
Even our star doesn’t want to be here, the days leave us sooner and sooner.
Sleep now, lay in the ground and wait.
Feel the gloomy rains slowly get warmer,
Patiently remember what you are.
The spring returns smiling and so does she
Thaw, soften, sprout..
Use your roots to stand up again.
You’ve prepared for this, you know how to do this.
Grow, blossom..
Reach your face up to the sun, warm again
The wind graces your cheek, soft again
And she stands again, sweet and lovely
Born on the first day of spring