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my love
my love
will heal him.
my love will reopen
past wounds and stitch
the warm skin back with
my sinning lips.
the mountains will move
and his faith will be restored
by my graceful sound of my feet
padding up to our cold
bedroom floor.

my love
my love
my love
my love

my love
has no envy, no stalking
and no evil. it's patient and
kind, lost,
and ethereal and there's only room
for one, him. my thighs will
grace his hips and straddle his world,
top and bottom, up and down.
my thighs will murmur with every
speed and breath, but I'll leave
marks on his skin with out a passing
breath.

my love
changes as we grow, it
starts from needy and clingy
to gruesome and untrustworthy
to lovely and soaking wet, then
our story climax becomes violent,
aggressive to cosmic, butterflies
in each other's eyes, and a warm
blue.

the stop lights of our love are
green to go but yielding us
at a red, it's always yellow
like the stars in the sky that
remind us we are home,
but we need to slow down
at our violent speeds. the
poetry books can't describe him,
the library books don't have
books of him, the sky doesn't
have clouds in his shape, the
house we built isn't made for him,
the lines we draw don't define our
flaws.

my love
my love
my love
my love
my love
it's all for him.
it's all to remember him,
my love.

..imtired..