the way i feel about you is rivers & skies
knees bent into little peaks forcing the
heavens.
you are the thrumming heartbeat
reveling in my chest,
the very lifeblood swarming,
engulfing my veins,
the poetry of our bodies together.
you are the monday moon,
the sparkle of crystal under the sun,
the smeared ink making its way
across the page on the ship of my hand.
the beauty that you hold is that of
forever a and fluttering fingertips,
the promises i wish to hear
of
always
and
forever,
the strange sickness of being wanted
and the sick strangeness of touch,
the knowing that tonight,
with your skin sleeping next to mine,
i can wake in the morning's light
and you will still be
here.
