she fills the cracks in my spine with an aria
and she devours my heart on hand painted china with silverware
i am in love by tuesday
i pluck beauty from the stems of life and ride the sun
like a merry-go-round
she licks my skin with her tongue and oh what a tongue it is
and i would lick her back if i could remember the way to her forehead
come here beautiful
i am listening my ears are open
like the top of a cookie jar in a daycare
and if these kids could love then so could i
i dance with you love
i am a dreamcatcher
a record player that slips
a yearbook holding carbon memories
a bed sheet wrapped around your body the way
space does to planets and its only right
that you feel me moving through your veins
the way i feel you moving through my brain
to my shoulders
take the first right to my arm
and stop about thirteen finger walking paces
to my hand and out through my fingers
in form of ink
but these hands get old
and if you add up all the poetry i’ve written
into years i’d be eighty and these bones
ache and creek like limbs of a tree holding
the foundation of life
but i pluck life when it is ripe and my father told me to
love like love has never been given before
love like a warrior coming home to his wife
love like a toddler loves a bottle
and watch as i paint poetry across the skies
and when it turns to dark watch as I lasso back the sun
just so you read it all the same and when you sleep
i’ll whisper to your heart because God knows
the door is open like a cookie jar
just waiting for my hand to plunge in
and cradle it
or i’ll sew it on my chest so i could
sweat verbs for you
laughing
crying
swinging
jumping
diving
loving
there is cascading beauty in your hips
your eyes are the moon
your smile the glorious cheese creator in the moon
our bodies eclipse far more often then seconds tumble away
and i am savoring every one like there won’t be another
come listen
keep your heart open for a few more seconds
our love is like chuck norris
powerful brave bold
