Tacenda

Up In Flames

I love you in the sunlit cracks between the crowded branches of the tree we like to dream under

I love you behind the front door that takes three knob jiggles to the left and a swift kick to the bottom hinge to open

I love you in the curses we send to the loose floorboard that trips us as we playfully chase each other down the hall

I love you in the dents of the couch cushions imprinted by our heads, hands, and hearts

I love you within the fibers of the canary yellow curtains smiling in our kitchen

I love you in every disorganized sock drawer, chipped tea cup, and mirror reflection that makes up the beautiful home we've built together

I love you and I am terrified

Swaddled in a paradise of white sheets and warm breaths, I know I will still love you

Standing on a pile of scorched curtains, splintered wood and charred rubble

Devastated by the destruction, I will fall helplessly into your comforting arms

In love and not at all worried by the smell of gasoline on your hands