solarprince

when it hits me
late at night like a migraine
or a storm wave,
you are staring at me with wide, wide
greenasyou'deverlike
eyes
and you are reminding me quietly
that we are the same,
and all the words wrung from your soft
weather-lips, whether-or-not
i could hear them,
were a beautiful blur seeping into the spidery veins
in my ear
like a steady stream of cool water
coupled with hot hot forestfire breath--

and oh how i knew i loved you.

when you sing,
you carry us away like a natural disaster
and we no longer feel man-made;
we ache for beauty and oxygen
and we are enough because
we are Two People
among billions
who happen to love each other
((and have you heard that you are a tidal wave,
mistakes and beauty and perfection?))

let's listen close to goldfish and snowfall,
all the silence they've ever said
may be worth more than our spoken vows
and perhaps we are lily-skinned and
soft-eyed
but what questions can that ever answer?

[let us be more than the sky,
let the galaxy spill between us]

[i]
[love]
[you]
[more]
[than]
[the]
[stars]