I’m thankful for the way you look
In bed after you rise.
You blink like you’ve just been reborn
Then reach and rub your eyes.

I’m thankful for the smile that grows
Across your glowing face.
It rouses me like morning should
With ease and heat and grace.

I’m thankful for your sleepy hands
That slip between my thighs.
“Good morning” pours from woken lips,
Your cheer a ripe surprise.

I’m thankful for your body there,
The way it takes up space,
But opens up to bring me in,
A deep sunrise embrace.

Stab the can with a key.
Hold it sideways, so it doesn’t leak.
One. Two. Three.
Tabs popped, cans up.

Gulp down that goodness,
Until your half crying from the foam and try
Not to puke.

There are ponds
In the valleys
Off of which
Steam floats in summer
The way steam floats
From your lips in winter.

There are mountains
Above valleys
Beneath which
There are boulders,
Strong as your shoulders.

Both make me feel small.

There’s a warmth
That wraps the valleys
And the mountains

When the sun hovers

And there’s a warmth
That wraps my bones
And my waist

When you’re beside me.

It’s no end, nor a start
where I am and you aren’t.
It’s not fair that my heart
lives so far, far apart

from its home here inside
where it beats and it thrives,
but it’s still so alive
with you there by its side.

So I wish I could say,
to the heart that I gave,
sit up straight and behave,
but it’s lost its poor way.

Now it cries in your palm,
though it’s safe and it’s warm
and the storm will soon calm,
but these days are so long.

It seemed like love
took it’s time
with you and I.

We waded in grey
for it to decide
if motives were pure
and when love was sure
it gave us each other
and more.

It gave more than I knew
you were capable of.
There was power behind
those warm hazel eyes.

And I

was no match for the magic

that was you.

They say the devil
quotes scripture
in his red velvet
bathrobe, as he haunts
his own hallways,
with a voice that poisons
orchids and entices
the masses.

In 5th grade the boys
Would kick daisies
Behind the library
During lunch.

I sat on a hill
Quietly watching
Flowers shatter
In the air.

The bell would ring
And the boys would leave
And I'd dance in that golden mist
As it settled.