So focused on your beauty
   that forgetting how...make...words

I woke up feeling
The way I would
If you hadn't.

Were learned
The hard
Way.

Sometimes the way you look
At me gives me that cold
Worry you get

When your cat has been
Gone for a few days too
Long.

Then you do something
Like writing I love you,
Sverre in the palm

Of your beautiful paw to
Show me, and reassurance
Scratches meowing

At the door, craving half
A tin and a belly-
Rub.

Only gods create.

All of you
That do,
Are.

I write and write and write for you

I think and overthink of you

I love and live and live for you

I'm dead, I die & die for you

Scarcely daring to breathe
this was a travesty
undoing the very concept
of being alive
i am made up of
nerves
muscles
skin and bones
And that's not enough
i yearn to be a vessel of
metaphors
love songs
beauty
i want to be a poem
i want to be read
i want to be embraced
but as i fold myself into elbows and knees,
the fears i feel
i'd rather give a miss.
heart palpitating.
afraid.

( FAH )

The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to the ocean—
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.