Your closed eyes,
your pursed lips,
look elegantly whole,
as you lay them near mine

From your lashes, so long
to every stumble of hair on your chin
They are perfect,
little pieces of you,
that create a wonderful,
puzzle of a man
and my sleepy little moon

I don't know what you did,
or where you came from,
but thank you,
for making a home in me
and fathering my shriveled little heart

Now it's heavenly
and red
and full of life

My love comes from a clean place,
where it's honest
and sunny
A place where I'd love to live
A place that's particularly me,
(or who I was anyway)

Thank you for being stagnant
An island
and my rock
I am the water who lazily,
washes over you,
swaying with the wind
and your lovely moon