You tremble chassis with calamities bit behind your folds of brain matter,
At first you were picnic checkered in alarming shades of ruby and paper.
What you tried to say told me that your breathing is altered by the gentle rotations of my train track mind,
Condemning you to what you define so strongly as  "Beautiful"
--I must be blind.
You manifested in cocoons I'd tucked away in mental crevices,
Redundant,  you trace enamel with soft flickers.
You removed the formaldehyde from my collapsing veins.
Declivitous,  you let your lips part and seep through the stains of former mistakes.
"Preservation is for lonely:  never staying, never going.
But growing is for two...
So thank you for waiting so patiently."