Counting blessings on both hands-
worthy company and light
gleaming past the sunsets & quicksands,
my body and love
resemble perfect synonyms,
health and your serenity
carry me through, intuition is
all I know; stopped counting
the days long like molasses
and run on sentences I can't control
any more than this feeling, surpasses
all reason and confidence shakes
under the weight of reality, could have
should have known each touch was sacred
dividing my dreams into crooked halves;
quixotic the way I cling to every
exchange, glances revealing truths
swept under sea with a heartbeat,
pleading for remembrance, proof
of transient marvels and opulence,
lost and wondering but not what if,
instincts sing stationary, staring down a
cliff.