Your eyes remind me of snowflakes
Soft and unique
Dancing in the light of tomorrow
Our tomorrow
Your kisses taste like summertime
Flowers bloom when you talk
I’m seven years old all over again when I’m with you
young and free
Maybe its the strands of hair you leave in my sink
or the silence we birthed
But loving you is loving God
Its doves in flight and stray angel feathers
My muse
With exposed features and naked bones
you force me to raise my pen
and paper
To capture every otherworldly detail about us
Reminding the world that forever exists
in the moments between love.
The Nuclear Cottage 