For my love  

If someone asked me where I lived, I’d reply that I lived within you
If they asked me for a location, I’d say wherever your heart resides

If they asked me where I was born, I’d tell them that I was born from a part of you
If they asked what part, I’d reply both your heart and your soul

If they asked me where I’d like to live out my days
I’d sing to them that my days were only to be close by your side
And when they asked where I like to die, I’d simply reply within your warm loving arms.

And each morning as she slept
I'd take her a tray of poetry
A croissant of commas warmed from the inside out
An ounce of assonance
A cup of freshly squeezed couplets
A bowlful of rhymes
That inside she might find
Our promises of forever
The memories we crafted together:

I’d take her a teapot of
The little things we’d forget
In the busyness of daily life
I’d take her a knife to spread
across the toasts we’d host
To the moments we cherished most
To our victories and our regrets
And every morning as she slept
I’d place a kiss on her head
As I placed beside our bed
A tray of poetry,
The words she so carefully, cordially, candidly
Composed out of me.

nothing is right
no look
no feeling
no t o u c h
except yours
your soft grasp
encasing every inch

but i can't t h i n k
this isn't right
but is it okay
anyway?

there is a love i have, and it lays beneath the mountains and snow

the plains is where it rests its head, every night in silk and loneliness

in my room of southern confinement do i look across an orange sky

waiting for the day i can hold my love, in the most sincere and purest way

any pain
in my body
is so much more
bearable
when it comes from
you.