The simplest form of
I love you is
I miss you…

and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free

I'm making love to myself.

In ways you never could,
Never would,
And bringing pleasure.

I haven't hit the peak yet,
But you never got me there either;

And at least this way
I'm going somewhere.

I can't trust
A single word
You spit out
When it's
Someone
Else's
Fingers
Drawing
The words
Out from
Your
Mouth

l.v.s

If while unveiling my vulnerability,
I collapse into smithereens
Will you hug me tight enough,
To help my broken pieces stick back together?
 
If while wearing a fake smile,
And dissembling my true emotions
Will you try and understand what I feel?
Will you not compel me, to not be me?
 
If while being veracious to me,
I fall in love with you
Will you fall in love with me too?
Will you not leave me, like others eventually do?

She came in a thousand unsolved pieces

A myriad of ways to be put back together

But none complete her...

You walk into a secret garden in the middle of a hidden alcove
The hawks are flying high and the silent sky whispers stay a while
On the fence are morning glories climbing up towards the sun
there is a bench that awaits you, strewn atop the wood, a rose  
It has been sent to you by your guardian angel with a message,  
" you are loved, beyond all measure",
So many flowers growing, blooming , reaching , scenting this place
peppered carnations of strong, orange marigolds of fired beauty,
California poppies, dainty flowers with lacy faces
day lilies, cornflower blue beauties, all here to bless you
Come rejoice and heal in this garden of hope and dreams
Allow yourself the pleasure of smiling, become whole again
Beneath the tutelage of  faith you can be part of this scene ,  
so bloom,  of your own accord .

July 31, 2020