Tell me, love
Did you know what you were doing
When you set the sky alive
Or the hair on your arm afire
Tell me you’ve learned
At least
Through the passing of time
And
The scratching of thoughts on your skull
That there is nothing more to life than
Broken glass and
Cups of tea and
A refreshing dip in the pool
Tell me
That the scruff of my beard and
The loudness of your voice and
The alcohol in our veins isn’t enough
For you or me.
Tell me that
Just because we don’t always
Mean what we do
Or do what we mean
Our words can sometimes speak
Louder
Than our actions
Especially when
They speak with each other.