poetry

what is love

6.5.16

what is it that
they call love?

whispered fucks
at dawn.
joints popping
to fit next to each other.

burying myself
into your sternum.
finally being warm
despite that goddamned blizzard.

being able to sleep
after months of nightmares
and only taking up
half of a twin size bed.

pillows that retain your
scent of mint tea and catnip.
blankets that hold
that memory of you.

is this what
they call love?