Loving you is both messy and serendipitous. It's the joy of painting wild colours on canvases which shine with your ethereal presence. It's sublime.
It's remembering your smile and wishing i didn't.
It's remembering moments etched in blue and gold.
It's remembering your fragile heart which I hold in my palms and bless with kisses raw and real.
It's blending in with the toxic moments of wishing you near and creating distance where none is required.
It's funny, precious moments strung together on a necklace of glistening diamonds, your face bleeding gold, pressed against my soul, the moments of loving so incredibly prettified, so incredibly flushed with the melting of meaning.
It's remembering your words like they were stoked in the colours of the dawn and heated with a rationale all their own.
My body is a pebble to you, you tend it as water
I have let things slip, my books sink out of sight, and the water run over my head
The tulips turn to me and the carnations bleed me your name
I am malleable and ductile like a metal in your hands
so earthly, so raw, so supple
and you draw from me like water from a well with inextinguishable force
you are the force, my dear
in this drunken moment you are the law unto which I obey
you are me, and I am you
I love you
words so near and so free
your smile makes words meaningless
and ruptures the heavenly contours of meaning