My World of poems.

She Loves me.

The warmth of her smile cleared the chaos,

While her eyes started the fires.

She wrote with hurricanes hands and

put her together as water crashed

onto the broken-down rocks.

Her lips are stars that were thrown up into

the constellations of my skies to shine light upon

the darkest parts of her mind.

The cuts and the scars that trace her body

spell out the names of past lovers.

I feel her presence so closely that I reach out to destitute Every once of pain left on her soul.

I will plant kisses on her body like seeds so she

can grow to love herself.