i look for you
disturbing the decorum of this bed
your maddening red heart
devouring headboards
can you hear me
recounting all of these days
my brief elbows object to complain
with i miss yous
but i do
i largely do
stubbornly i do
love . .
i look for you
disturbing the decorum of this bed
your maddening red heart
devouring headboards
can you hear me
recounting all of these days
my brief elbows object to complain
with i miss yous
but i do
i largely do
stubbornly i do
love . .
lovely and captivating. Yes, yes it is.
Goodness yes, and yes!
The immense sincerity of your heart, Mari, expands each sound as I read your words. How wonderfully undaunted is your heart, counting days in such passionate colors.
I do love so freely. Thank you as always for reading me, this inevitable joy that surrounds me.
The language of your heart calls out wantingly, the words that are shared lovingly touch a heart afar off, who waitingly longs for your breath to whisper across their face while massaging their heart and mind into a perfect bliss! Awesome poem Mari! Awesome!
It truly does. Can’t thank you enough for these touching words you write to me.