The cheesiest love poem I've written yet

for Caitlin

 

what words may rise,

but the cursive of birds

to chronicle your winged love;

this flight within my heart

as boundless and as free,

which leaves me breathless

as the rushing wind?

 

what earth may ground a heart

which only knows the dizzied kiss

of your nimbus lips, light

as a raindrop in suspension,

synapses overcast and spent

skin shattering with each brush

of tempest tongue? as heavens

 

open for an instant to strand you here

with me, your bright brown eyes

brimming with lightning between

each blink, your skin of dying suns--

your laughter stretching horizons

across the room-- your curled form

between black sheets; a moon

 

which pools softly into the dark lake

of my embrace, not for a second stirring

to fragment such a carefully composed

stillness-- my breath small as stars,

my heart forgetting fall from flight,

my soul simply existing in the expanding universe

that is my love for you.

 

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