rest me in late’s
starbed
so that i may watch
the comets
encircling your
now weary
head..
and do feel
free
to lay
with me.
romance
a cascade of crystals
lit your eyes
when the sun
locked its
gaze
on your skin
like tissue
paper,
deeply creased from
well lived
days.
you’d always held
such value,
i’d never loved
so deep
before,
but that added touch
of kindness
was the gift that
made you
more.
freefalling into
your arms
proves
disarming
yet is the
very comfort
that keeps both
eyes closed
and my heart in
the clouds.
subtle was
the kiss
that acquainted
me with
lasting
love
after years of
fleeting
fevers
the worst one
broke,
and there stood
you..
sincere and
shy.
i’m
blessed
to hear your
deepest,
to watch you
blush
in
your
nakedness,
i’ve watched your
eyes kiss the
mirror
in bursts
of self adoration-
smiling to
myself.
i offered you
flowers
on the tip of
a vow,
then lay them at
your feet
in the hopes
they’d take root.
love starts with one
heartbeat
‘gainst a cage that
rattles and
splits,
till out fly the
doves
from a cold,
lifeless
pit.
spin our song
again
so i may tease out
new notes
and catch fresh
inflections
in the symphony you
express.
found me ready
to run
at first whiff of
a storm,
yet i stand here
in puddles
my gaze set
on yours.
hands in the garden 
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