I woke up to warm blankets;
Sunlight filtering through the window in soft rays...
You remind me of the soft morning sunrises I use...
I felt so at peace as I watched the dolphins play...
You're unaware of it but-
You’ve been a walking literary device for...
“I’ve been watching too much Mayor of...
but what I meant was I’ve been thinking way too...
You changed the definition of vulnerability for...
And I couldn’t be more grateful...
The conversation was so natural we both forgot we...
Writing love poems at midnight is not where you...
She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
Woke up at 6am this morning
dreaming that you were tucked in...
You spoke, and the air remembered heat,
a trembling hymn, slow and sweet...
I look at you,
And the first thing I want to do...
Do you remember our panting in an aquarium,
all wet and sweaty...
Love dies
when the market shifts...