i.

 

She was born with Aphrodite’s kiss,

blessed with the light of a thousand stars.

 

She is the warmth of summer’s golden embrace,

and the hush of winter, curled by the fire.

 

She is the bloom of flowers at dawn,

and the scent of rain on quiet streets.

 

She dreams of flying,

and the stars that brush her fingertips

scatter constellations in her eyes.

 

She is the beating of my heart,

the space between my thoughts,

the gravity keeping me anchored to this world.

 

If love had a voice, it would speak her name

if trust had a body, it would embrace her

if she had a name, it would be joy…

 

Joy.

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ii.

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Darling, my mind is full of empty things all the nothing time

but when I think of you it sings.

 

What could we write that would be new?

I look at you and my heart seems old,

 

having loved you for longer than a life.

I wish I could speak every language. We could

 

dance through the world, my arm around your waist,

your eyes glittering as I get on with the locals.

The dinner we'll have is more feeling than food.

 

After, we'll understand each other

without the cacophony that colors my consciousness

or even the familiar phonetics of affection.

 

There are four hands here. There are two full stomachs.

There is one bed, where we share one sleep,

our silent spirits tiptoeing out the open window

 

to play together in the sky.