I’ll try
Just because you seemed to ask
When I mentioned I couldn’t do better
You would never actually ask
You prefer your wants,
secrets. Your passions, mysteries. And I delight in discovering your truths.
They seem to ever shift
The first words
Well
They sing in ideals
and broker in small moments
wrapped up into a giant feeling.
I love that poem.
And now I have had some time
So here it is, try two,
just for
you:
You are the green in the Kansas hills
As the sun turns the sky golden
as storms linger in the distance
seemingly small against the windmills
Or maybe the yellow of that
Knit hat
I made ours inverses of one another
Tied up so close together
as to always be near.
You are the blue of Tampa bay
a swirling landscape - universes shifting within your steady eyes like the tides rolling in and out of the bay.
You are the magic of brown
Rich soil harboring the secret of life
The sturdiest part of the tree,
- the hardest part of the tree -
The brown of the ancientest of people
A birthright of beauty, not without cruelty.
I find in you the red of blood
Essential for the functioning of the body
blooming in the deepest shades of crimson any rose could bear
A promise of safety
The red truck rolling by, on their way to squashing fires,
Extinguishing peril and pain.
Providing hope in the most terrifying of our nightmares.
Honestly I find you everywhere
the sound of the paws chasing my feet
The crinkle of the floor you knelt for hours on your knees to install.
In the feeling of clean sheets
and motorcycle rides
In funny videos I need to send you so you can maybe laugh, too
As the person who needs to look
at how cute the cat is
every time.
As the idea of surprises - a spontaneous outing during a full moon.
The center of my plans
my gentle cool guy
the only one to
cool me down without dimming
my spark.
the one who reads my poetry
and brings out the poet
No matter the rhyming scheme
Or subject matter
Still
After all this time - eons, eternities of time
And for such a short time - we blinked, and it was gone
My ride or die
My best friend
My lover
You.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
I’ll try
Just because you seemed to ask
When I mentioned I couldn’t do better
You would never actually ask
You prefer your wants,
secrets. Your passions, mysteries. And I delight in discovering your truths.
They seem to ever shift
The first words
Well
They sing in ideals
and broker in small moments
wrapped up into a giant feeling.
I love that poem.
And now I have had some time
So here it is, try two,
just for
you:
You are the green in the Kansas hills
As the sun turns the sky golden
as storms linger in the distance
seemingly small against the windmills
Or maybe the yellow of that
Knit hat
I made ours inverses of one another
Tied up so close together
as to always be near.
You are the blue of Tampa bay
a swirling landscape - universes shifting within your steady eyes like the tides rolling in and out of the bay.
You are the magic of brown
Rich soil harboring the secret of life
The sturdiest part of the tree,
- the hardest part of the tree -
The brown of the ancientest of people
A birthright of beauty, not without cruelty.
I find in you the red of blood
Essential for the functioning of the body
blooming in the deepest shades of crimson any rose could bear
A promise of safety
The red truck rolling by, on their way to squashing fires,
Extinguishing peril and pain.
Providing hope in the most terrifying of our nightmares.
Honestly I find you everywhere
the sound of the paws chasing my feet
The crinkle of the floor you knelt for hours on your knees to install.
In the feeling of clean sheets
and motorcycle rides
In funny videos I need to send you so you can maybe laugh, too
As the person who needs to look
at how cute the cat is
every time.
As the idea of surprises - a spontaneous outing during a full moon.
The center of my plans
my gentle cool guy
the only one to
cool me down without dimming
my spark.
the one who reads my poetry
and brings out the poet
No matter the rhyming scheme
Or subject matter
Still
After all this time - eons, eternities of time
And for such a short time - we blinked, and it was gone
My ride or die
My best friend
My lover
You.
