there should be love poems. iridescent odes to skies
and their fluid, mutating blues, their restless canvases
where we cast the adjectives—brilliant, dark, deep, clear—
that name our daily moods, ringing doubt and delight,
confusion and cheer, the brave lines we spit to spin
out the re-newed story of two lives winding themselves
into joy. there should be lyrics that hit all the notes—do,
mi, sol—in the scale, that belt them out as they arrive—
passionate, pushy, pulsating, unpredictable—breathing
the whole—billie, abbey, ella—range of the torchlit heart.
there should be love poems, star-sprung stanzas that try
out the rough ballad of two lives lifting themselves
higher together than apart: that sing it: breaking relief.
each waking, that the hours are ours to share: certainty
that silver-lines even cumulonimbus ire: the your hand
in my hand in your hand of right now, and from now on.
Joy & Praise
Love & Relationships
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