Do you remember our panting in an aquarium,
all wet and sweaty...
I look at you,
And the first thing I want to do...
You spoke, and the air remembered heat,
a trembling hymn, slow and sweet...
Woke up at 6am this morning
dreaming that you were tucked in...
She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
You changed the definition of vulnerability for...
And I couldn’t be more grateful...
You're unaware of it but-
You’ve been a walking literary device for...
You remind me of the soft morning sunrises I use...
I felt so at peace as I watched the dolphins play...
I want soft candlelight and deep conversations;
Paired with warm blankets as soft as our laughter...
The wind can howl across the glen,
And the haar may fret the sea...