Every night
We finish talking
I collapse into myself
Into my bed

A deep exasperated sigh
Turn off the light
Burst with warmth
Wordlessly content

I've been told
You don't see the flaws
In people you're infatuated with
That as time goes on
You look closer
And a little deeper
And you find what you don't like

To me that is
Looking at strained glass
Some aged church window
For some long-gone saint
And intentionally looking for
A chip in the glaze
To pick apart the artistry
The artistry that
I consider someone
Who has gained my infatuation

I am irrevocably
I am without question
I am simply
Crazy about
what you are

I'd write more of endless positives
But not now
In fear of finding a negative
Or even worst
Looking for one

I'd dare not pick apart your artistry
In exchange
Don't let me be so unfortunate
As to let something fall at the seems
That has yet to be fully sewn

Stained glass girl

Send me some moments
Let me get the most from you
Please don't pass me by

Give me someone
Who I want to write about
Every single day
Every week
Every month
Deserving of a book
A syllabus of poetry
A bound book of affection
And use this account as a monument
Of unspoken words and feelings
I'll never tell her
Not one word
Not until its most important
Not until it's full
Not until she would need a lifetime
To read it all
Not until it's love
So when she finds it
She checks it
Every month
Every week
Every single day
In a state
Of constant update
A feeling never unwritten
A thought never undeclared
Give me someone
I want to write about

Look at him
A pile of limbs
One hunk of flesh
He pulsates with blood

He's nowhere near human
He's a beast
Carrying burden
The privileged burden

Such is a privilege
To be morphed
Entangled
Intertwined

He's hideously deformed
Carrying a part of her
With him
Everywhere

She won't ever fall off
She won't melt away
She won't be cut off
He doesn't want her to

It makes him marked
An Elephant Man
Grotesque
To those who can't understand

Hundreds of us
Walk the streets
In plain sight
Deformed

When he's most alone
He looks to a tumour
He looks to a scar
Knowing "That's where you are"

When he's most at home
She starts to sink
Into his skin
To be closer to him

When he's said and done
When he's ready to stop looking
At his weaved flesh and bone
He'll keep her inside

Stowed her away
To fester inside
To let him walk
Free of deform

In the hopes that
Someone else could be so lucky
As to let themselves sink
To mangle themselves upon him

Let it be that he
Deforms
Just as he let himself be
Let them mark one and other

So that
They won't ever fall off
They won't ever melt away
They won't ever be cut off

Look at them
A pile of limbs
Two hunks sew flesh
Their hearts pulsate together

What's usually blemished considered a sin
Your accent marks on porcelain skin
Each crafted by caring clean hands
Crafted like a Persian Carpet
Each imperfection intended
So imperfectly perfect
Rich, pale, silk tapestry

Lily pads that dot a foreign river
Falls last leaves on Winters first snow
Paint splattered on white canvas
Each inch speckled
Every crevice freckled  
I'll find each one you wear

The Astrology of your body
Making constellations with my finger
Your back is Gemini
Orion on your shoulder
Leo for your inner thigh
Serpens, Sextans, Ursa Minor
Late night skies for lonely eyes

War Memorial In November
Empty Fountain Lined With Leaves
Old Town Hall, Cherry Trees
Caught In First Winter Breeze.

Solidarity
Moment Not Soon Forgot
Not As Easily Remembered
Not As Easily Shared

City and Colour Soundtracks A Storm
Down Along The Mill
Before A Sloping Upward Hill
Wind Whipped Wild At Trees Stood Still

Soaked Wet Through Clothing
Late Autumn Truants
With No Other Reason To Be
Than To Feel And Find Expression

Making Back The Way To Work
Held Hand In Heartfelt Hand
Making The Best Of The Bland
In Such Moment's Not Meant To Disband