Let me tell you a story
Starting with how all your freckles connect into constellations only I can see
that your eyes fleck embers every time you read
that your laugh is the sound I want to hear when I am alone
Your arms have become the only place I call home
and your body has been the reason for my belief in eternity.
If I could put onto paper the impression of your hands on my cheeks
or paint the process of your thoughts
Vangue and Cummings would fall into oblivion.
To take a picture is not enough
to sleep next to you and memorize the rise and fall of your chest
to relax to the unison beatings of our hearts
it is not enough.
For to tell you a story
to form a beginning and middle
will echo the creation of an end
So for now I will give my love to thee
letting you cast it out into the ocean
or give it back if you wish
but no matter the course you take
my heart has been locked
and I have swallowed the key
for to you my love will always belong.