I want a
companion, too

someone to
consume me with
his fire
over
stories, flutes of
port

someone who can
read his
bible without
believing what he
sees
and likes the sound
the thunder
makes when
it drapes over
the trees

I want a
companion, too
to share this
sorrel time

to think my eyes
are portals
& to be my
paradigm.

I'm thinking about next year.
I'm thinking about you leaving.
I'm thinking about
how much I
want to tell you
that
I want
to go
with
you

How much I
hope that
you'll ask
me to
come

& I
want to
tell you
that
I love
you

(I'm fairly certain that
I love you)

I've been thinking
be it Maine or Indiana,
I'd go anywhere
with you.

Today is a really
important day
because today
I knew that I
loved you.

I'm not sure
the moment that
turned the page for me,
but it"s November and I'm
over the moon.

   You're at the coast
   and I'm in the valley
   and it's the start of
   the beautiful holidays

     You spent the morning
     at the cape and
     I spent it
painting
     away

           and somewhere-
           -somewhere
           where you were running with
            the tide
           and when I was mixing the
           perfect violet hue
          
I knew that you were it for me
I knew that I loved *you

If you asked me before,
I'd swear that love was
not for me
that a feeling
so soft did
not exist within
me
and that holding a gaze
was only for show

I've read a lot of books now,
and I've had a lot of
lovers-
and I've asked fortune
tellers for my
feelings I don't know,
sleeping so stilly within me

-would not wake
to the slightest or the sharpest
touch of a hand, and I've had
both-

I've had
10,000 miles and
too much coffee.
Pursuing and
withdrawing.

And after all this time
in the self's purgatory
I find you
and you dig into
my skin and pull
the tenderness out
of me like picking flowers
from the quietest
of meadows

I've seen a lot of things
and dreamed a lot of dreams
and finally after seeking,
you pluck and uncover me.