Missing you
Is a breath of steam in dry lungs
I used to tell stories of love
Of wanting to leap the moon and drink deep starlight and blessings
Of how i’d do anything for the right person
And i was always lying
But now i know they were true lies
Because in you i feel the summer sun
In you i find peace
In you i feel both dissonant and balanced
And good gods when you fuck me i’m in heaven
And the dripping honeyed love isn’t there
That love, you know the one
That seeks to choke with sweetness
Bind with sticky strands and cover indecencies
No
In you love is the air
Like free smoke it flows around and dances
In curls and whirling shapes it gives and takes and has remorse
In you there is this cinnamon, this spice
This calming power,
you rest on my tongue like violets
Like the first sip of wine
I have no feathers to fly on
Nor do the trees have tongues
But if either were had i would fly to you
And the trees would whisper of our love
And though each leaf could whisper
They could not express
How it feels like the ocean when i think of you
What bless'd ocean
How the tides of my heart pull from your moon
And in the starlight i see solace;
I have jumped through fire for you
For love, as i once lied that i would do
For you have my heart in its wholeness
(c) 2023
