a love poem // september 2021

I think I adore you
more
when it’s raining,
if that’s possible.
Feel like our boat
Is alone in the deepsea
Seadeep, so many ports
our threads held - some time only -
by phone lines and pixels.

Perhaps we do it better
When we don’t breath the same air
But here I am
With my hourly dose of gut-aching laughter
Looking, drinking, looking -
You.
You fill me with such rootbound, giddy
Delight.
Both things -
low notes and high.

you make everything better.

This rainy day.
Steeped in adoring.