i couldn’t handle
causing your heart grief or pain
you are too precious.
i couldn’t handle
causing your heart grief or pain
you are too precious.
I can’t fathom a way
in which I don’t love you.
the perfectly arcing circle–
a rounded perspective– each
angle revealing a larger truth–
an exponential expansion.
I can’t find the words or
articulate the sentiment– but feel
with every cell of my being the
constant communication from
my soul to yours– messages travelling
back and forth along
invisible wires instantaneously.
downloading the necessary
information– a coy smile and knowing nod.
the easy give and take–
harmonious understanding of one who
is such a mirror of myself– at times
the edges blur and my form
seeps into yours– an overwhelming
desire to take and be taken,
feed and be fed.
you’re forcing my hand
and it’s beginning to make
my heart start to ache.
I don’t want to be
your responsibility.
I don’t need saving.
your solemn patience
matches mine; we are two sides
of the selfsame coin.
constantly one step ahead
as well as behind–
autumn’s leaves falling
as new buds burst forth.
your quiet, stalwart function,
a sensitive, keenly logical beacon
well-thought-out and practical–
constantly teaching temperance
though not without
responsiveness and honesty.
clear and direct,
cutting,
brutal
and endlessly open.
sometimes your words bring
a harsh sting of which i know
you are unaware.
you are my careful muse
hanging two steps back
assessing the situation–
given time and patience–
a little water and sunshine
your petals are beginning to unfold,
i see their brilliant color– and
feel their explosive, opening energy.
you are my gentle muse
behind your calm, quiet eyes,
the hint of a grin
and enough will to
move an entire continent
or lasso the moon and
bring it tumbling down
to the ground.
you are my sleepy muse
the easy rise and fall–
calming in and out
the beauty in your naked form–
unguarded and vulnerable
the most powerful warrior
allowing ease to exude
knowing there is no battle here.
you are my quiet muse
your eyes speak volumes
and when you choose words
they are weighted and deliberate
with a force behind them that is
impossible to ignore– always
bringing me a sense that all
is right with the world.
you are my perfect muse.
the charming perfection
of your imperfections–
my counterpart– the rational
to my crazy– your solid, dependable
form constantly behind me
a support i know i can always lean into–
and will never take for granted.
from the beginning
your vulnerability
is what drew me in.
sleeping by your side
solid rhythm of your breath
rouses between dreams
the edges of myself 