dearest love,

when you open your eyes, the sky takes a breath
  speckled blue and bright, full of life.
when you open your mouth, the wind takes a breath
  full of joy for the little things.
when you're closest to me, I take a breath
  for you keep me together, my everything.

dearest love.

dearest love

love, our last moral outpost
  stood stoic, awash with a blazing fury
these days when nothing means more to me than
  you and him, and us together
nothing means more than love

our last moral outpost
  high up in the winds of change
set fire, set a fire and watch it all burn
  witness what grows from the ashes
nothing means more than our love

love

i become, pensive in december
  depending on the weather
i become pensive in december

in the winter with my
  eyes wide,
deep breath, big stride
  the small hours of daylight
contradicting my awake time

sleepless nights hold heavy eyes,
  they just stay wide
like a deer, like my dear in the headlights
  barrelling through the night sky
waiting for the sunrise

ready to start again

pensive

we each collect a piece of the other
  until all our pieces are shared or stolen
we are jigsaws of ourselves built with pieces of people
  are we the same as we were or am i you
all i know is i am yours

jigsaws

my voice breaks whilst my eyes shake
  and out comes this water that’s not
the out come that i’d thought about
  as i’m searching in the sand for you

my lungs gasp as the noises start
  i partake in a scream that’s loud
it’s part fake but it’s still so loud
  as the clouds stop and they search for you

it’s wet now, whilst my eyes seize
  with tears so heavy and cold
i do nothing but heave my mind away
  and prise them open to search for you

the cotton soft of your skin to touch
  how long i kept our palms together

empty lungs

it’s your milk bottle thighs
  those translucent reflections of the blue within your eyes
both limbs, littered with stark chocolate marks
  marks that disappear when the light has turned to dark

it’s the shape of your knees
  those round dented pebbles that float across my sea
of milk bottle skin that’s speckled with those dark chocolate
  marks that remind me of you

milk bottle thighs

i am changed by you,
  a vast, unwavering, cataclysmic shift in perception
so minor or so major i can no longer tell
  i think i am strong but then i cry

at the thought of you, your hands
  so small yet full of so much potential
your eyes, wide, wandering and alert
  so small yet full of such understanding

you had arrived, not ready but ready
  we will teach you
we promise

promises