(In celebration of my boyfriend coming up to visit me this weekend, I may have wrote a little something out of my joy.)
The more you talk to me, the more I am in awe of you,
I am absolutely speechless that you are mine
and I am yours
and we are truly, madly, wildly, awfully in love.
My heart voles across wood panels
beaming elation throughout red woolen seats.
You are oil on dry, cracked knuckles
softening all I am into a melting puddle of
silent, affectionate paste.
There are cravings in my core that have been here for days
like seeing Saturn
and running marathons
and a hot, hazelnut latte
Day or night or wind or Tuesday
rolling under my quilt
drinking alone on Fridays
all of my breaths
all of my fibers
all of my idle minutes
are spent with the everlasting thought of you.
You occupy so much of me
considering you are 1200 miles away.