“You are all there, with a thousand claws in me.”

"The square root of kiss is a hum I hum under my breath when I contemplate the drum of your heartbeat and my heart beats for your breath I revel in the wind for mere glimpses

I’m tornado over you would you look into the eye of my storm I whirlwind through your life like breeze and fill your lungs as we achieve the second power of a hum

I love…

as instruments come to life through breath the wind sends my high notes to indigo communions with Coltrane’s Favorite Things

…this is my body which is given for you, this is my blood which is given for you…

my love like the wind, uncaged blows time into timeless whirlpools transfiguring fear and all of its subordinates (possession, jealousy, fear) into crumbling dried leaves

my love is the wind’s slave and, thus, is free

my love is the wind that is shaped as it passes through the lips of earthly vessels becoming words of wisdom songs of freedom or simply hot air

my love is the wind’s song if it is up to me, I’ll never die. if it is up to me, I’ll die tomorrow one thousand times in an hour and live seven minutes later. if it is up to me, the sun will never cease to shine and the moon will never cease to glow and I’ll dance a million tomorrows in the sun rays of the moon waves and bathe in the yesterdays of days to come ignoring all of my afterthoughts and preconceived notions if it is up to me, it is up to me and thus is my love untainted eternal

the wind is the moon’s imagination wandering it seeps through cracks explores the unknown and ripples the grass

my love is my soul’s imagination how do I love thee?

imagine"

“I want to meet everyone in the world, so you can understand my frame of reference when I say ‘I like you the most.‘”

“Your neck looks best when you are drinking wine right from the bottle and I know the length you like to keep your fingernails. You are cute when you hum to music and think no one is listening. I like to watch your hands when you are talking on the phone and imagining I’m the only person in the world who knows these details. If you ever go missing, I will describe you to the police by explaining the way your breath sounds and how your jaw looks when you are laughing.”

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.