the edges of myself

standing in the kitchen,

a wave washes over– a

gentle reminder of the

beauty and certainty

surrounding me.

 

for there is little more

tangible than love–

and time and actions

speak worlds more than

flowery words and

unencumbered emotion.

 

they speak to

a carefulness in thought–

a measured action for the

purpose of reason–

 

for there is little more

dependable than love–

and time and actions will

serve only to forge that

bond more carefully.

 

i understood who you

were quickly– recognized

aspects and wanted to

grab tight and pull– hold

on for fear you might

get lost–

 

for fear

you could forget– for fear

no more.

it has no place within

our love (its perfection

i marvel at)

 

an ease and acceptance

like nesting dolls–

one fitting perfectly

into the next– at once

containing and contained.