Love,
with You,
never feels like labor
Your veins thread themselves
into my lungs
leaving me gasping for more
Of You
You
You are a week’s worth of goodness
breathing life into eternity
One
If I could count the ways that You’ve ever made my heart skip a beat,
I’d catalogue each murmur like obsessive compulsive librarians
and cross reference each goosebump, making sure that all is accounted for.
But even if I triple checked my work I imagine I’d still get lost in Your arithmetic
Four,
I mean,
Two
You speak sonnets into existence
on the 14th day of February
You hire haikus to lower my heart rate
to 17 beats per minute
And your iambic pentameters
are mathematical superheroes
with the powers
of 10
Three
Stars illuminate
at Your soliloquies
Oceans tear up
with joy
as You conduct orchestras
of ostriches into beauty
And the Son shines brighter
than love like two dilated novas
colliding for the first time
Four
You call me to you like a rotary phone
that doesn’t understand answering machines
Your voice is more decadent
than chocolate cake at midnight
But Your truth stings sometimes
so I let the voicemail pick up
more times than I should
Five
I wear You on my tongue
because I can’t stomach
anything else
I wear Your glasses just to see
others for the beauty that they are
Your Word is a delicate rain storm
wearing itself like an old itchy sweater
on a parched summer afternoon in July
Six
You leave my inhalers breathless
You camouflage my depression
in the depths of your chest
It’s
Green with envy
And You lift me steady
like energetic flatlines
proving once more
that broken pieces
can always be put back together
Seven
You have a way with words
Your Spoken Words bring life
Your flattery actually takes me places
You are the rage in encouragement
and You intensify my love for You
You see me for who I am
and You cheer me on like pom poms
You rest in the busyness
that has become my life
And whenever You look me in the eyes,
You softly whispering into my ear
“My love,
my love.
You,
you
are very
good!”
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