This is where I will love you, from the waves of your storms, and the echoing wind from the east, they are no anchorage, but the way you soundβ it was close to home.
Because truth is darling, your brokenness is the place where I am going to stayβ forget the unburning cigars you left on my lipsβ it burnt me off to the patches of your kiss, the swirling black holes you have tug on my chestβ all warm with the rainfall of chrysanthemum petals.
This is where I will love you, no sunrises or moonfallβ it does not entangle with star-written poetry you took halfway, the late-night drive that ends with laying down on your chest or the subway walks that we ended up chasing the moon.
darling, this is where I will love you, from the ends of your fall, to the last bit of your sunsets.