I want to find you in the mist in the mildew in the slow, sure sunrise I want to find you there and share a singular bitter cup sweetened with kisses in between sips. You are the key that opens the safe in my chest filled with the painful words embedded in records on repeat. You turn off the player and replace the vinyl with handwritten, daisy scented, sealed, and posted love notes just for me.
I commit every word to memory so I can hear them all again, but there is never any need. I just look in your eyes And they're all there.
*Good morning my love. I hope you delight in what the gods have left behind, For they wait to delight in you