This Tuesday is a Tuesday
unlike any other.
because on this Tuesday,
I love you
more than I ever have.
You are occupying
every nook of my thoughts
and making this
long, sleepy day
joyful.

Three days for by
too fast.
Faster than the sun rises
and sets,
it seems.
The night before,
brings me to tears
as I hug you,
forgetting to be glad
you are here now,
not that you will
be gone tomorrow.
Though, tomorrow,
it will hurt.
An emptiness
in my stomach
will ache.
So why tonight
must I cry too?

Ah, that is for
love.

I cry when my
arms are around you
and your head lays on mine
for the beauty of love.
I cry when I play
with your fingers
and tell you
"you're perfect"
because of this
tragic ecstasy
called love.
I cry when you say
I'm a beautiful and
strong woman
for love.
When you are here
or when you're gone,
I love you.
States away and
months away,
I love you.

So the night before,
while your  body
is near,
I cry and hug you.
Tomorrow,
while your body is far,
I will cry, too
simply
because
I love you.

Before he dies,
he wants two
blue-eyed daughters.
Wild, young,
mesmerized spirits
who dance in pajamas,
put makeup on the dog,
skip around strangers
on the sidewalk and
believe in one true love.
Their souls already
live in his heart
and contribute,
almost fully,
to his
emotional breakdowns
and softened view
of the world.

Undying confession
for loving the one
for he is the one
loving the sun

Aton and his men
can taste the beam
and see the light
through solstice and steam

The harvest is plenty
the drinks are too few
the sun decides to set
and leads me to you

Helios and Sol
don't describe what I see
its shine and its heart
unclothe me

A beautiful time together
learning about partnership
and selflessness
and vulnerability.
We've both learned more
about this life through
our relationship
than in any college courses
we've taken.
In this time,
we've cried
and fought
and kissed
and laughed.
This is the last
Valentine's Day
before we become one-
husband and wife.
Which makes our
time together so special-
having a long past behind us,
and a long, loving future ahead of us
full of crying,
fighting,
kissing
and laughing.

we sit in dark
without the light
wondering why
it isn't right

and then it's clear
wait for the day
to cleanse our hearts
and shall they stay

yet it still sticks
we won't release
we cling to hate
fall to our knees

our souls aren't straight
they fall and sin
and sit in dust
they cannot win

it is the light
which shows it all
its forgiveness
conquers the fall

never again
must we be here
with filthy souls
to bring us near

it has been done
and light will win
our souls come out
fresh to begin

When I journeyed into the unknown,
I became familiar with something.
an element of peace.
and silence and solitude.
the world wasn't grey.
but green and vibrant.
humid and alive.
I spoke of things hidden
and confusing to even myself.
but it all made sense.
Everything worked and lived as
they were meant to.
in this weird unknown.
How was I to know where I was?
I certainly had no map.
or compass to my name.
So I wrote and began to
dream of a world even
greater than this paradise.
Where my heart wouldn't even
remember
that there was a past
and hard times.
Just an eternity ahead
to love you.

When our eyes were blue
we hugged longer and loved fuller
until we cried from joy
our favorite color was beauty
plain and simple
our eyes stared at wonder
our souls were fields

When our eyes were blue
we proclaimed our love
and melted into the passion of the world
our fall came without warning
and shattered became our souls
our eyes turned dust ward
with empty comprehension
and we sobbed for the broken ones

When these bodies are lain
under the ground,
I will still remember
the lines on your palms,
the smell of your hair
and the marks on your skin.

With no attention to time,
we no longer have to wait
for the night.
We no longer have to wait
for our moments.

The pattern of your body
is just as beautiful
and just as real.

When this beautiful gets lonely
and our temptations aren't so tempting
it's then we must break.
This existence becomes defined
by something other than our living
other than our breathing
or even our actions.
This beautiful is not so beautiful
it becomes dull and stagnant
and suffocating.
We must look for air.
The air, breath, and life
that doesn't lose shine or
its vibrance.
Where our lonely is not so lonely
but disproved
by love and sacrifice.
And where beautiful
is beautiful all the the time.

woven patterns floated heavenward
as her sights became swirls
and distant images

You have big eyes
and beautiful, beautiful souls.
You have unending joy
that explodes out of your movements.
Your fingers and perfect and
look like cute little potatoes.
You laugh at my jokes and
I laugh at yours.
We are silly together
and we make blanket forts.
We put on plays that
have no story.
You fill each day with
a happiness only siblings
can bring.
I care for you so much
and I know you feel the same.
You are my best friends
and all four of us, someday
will be together and
join in the biggest, best
group hug ever seen.
I miss you everyday and
I love you everyday,
that's for sure.
Can't wait to meet your
beautiful hearts
and be together forever.

you buttons pop loose
speaking of things
they could not hold.
fibers of being,
war and peace,
death and faults
and the weight
of existence.
sew it back on
but these worldly
thimbles do nothing
to protect skin
from humanity.

Your canvas backpack
carries books and
stories too heavy.
It is stained with
ink and coffee,
you're not sure how.
You toss is on the ground
and look for it
when it's under your bed.
You reattach it to
your shoulders
and the straps whine.
Let someone else carry it.
Just for a bit.
Just for a bit.

Your hands fit perfectly
in the dips of my waist.

Your chin rests effortlessly
on the top of my head.

Our souls complement each other
just like our anatomy.