the revisionist

VI.

he asks if I love him

and I'm never sure how to respond

love?

I know that he lives in my heartbeat

I know that when he is not near,

my breath won't escape my lungs

I know that my yearning for him 

aches deep within the marrow of my bones

does love keep your heart beating so loud

the sound keeps you up at night?

does love make you childish

or does it give you your childhood back?

if love is his smile reaching the corner of my eyes

and my fingers becoming one with his on a warm fall night

- then love is far more special than what I had thought