dear [ ]
our love is a rosary
we can count out in the dark
I felt it the moment
it started
thick, the way humidity broils
in midsummer and a few steps
to the door means breathlessness
and the desire to strip off skin
and smile.
get back inside where
it is cool and safe.
I was afraid of
everything, until you.
my heart clicked into place like clock-
work gears shedding their rust and you
pulled fears out by the roots, burning them
carefully.
this is not a mistake.
You are not a mistake
You peel apart my fog
and you hold me
as if I am the wind, fragile and impossible,
even when I am about to shatter. you wage
war on my weaponized sorrow like a grenade
already swallowed,
always unwilling to break,
always ready to bend. It is this wildness that
you love about me.
I am sorry. I have
tried to tame it. I could not.
We are wants, needs,
circumstances, whispers,
abandoned directions. we are the way the
rain swallows a skyline, a ballet of kisses,
passion pricked words threatening to wilt on
the windowsill. we are waiting because words are
useless.
and because everything
falls, eventually, into place.
Love,
JANEisnotplain 8.14.2013
