you speak in jokes and my love spouts in laughter,
you fall ill and i pack my love in pills
and pour my love in bowls of soup,
you talk about the things that matter
and my love listens because so do you,
you grow angry and my love waits
in the space you need to come back calm,
you feel sad and my love sounds like concern,
but it looks like hugs that wait
for you to pull back first.
but sometimes my love comes in banter
because loving you is making you laugh louder,
and sometimes my love sounds frail
because i get sick too, so it looks like a flicker
when i promise i carry it like a torch
and sometimes my love doesn't listen,
sometimes my words gush in your presence
like a waterfall in a beautiful place
- you are the beautiful place
and sometimes my love gets angry too
so it pouts in a room
trying to love you more discreetly
and sometimes my love weeps,
because it aches in thoughts
that suggest to love you is to be more,
to love you is to be better
and loving you when i'm less than
feels like loving you less than you deserve.
- "spectrum of love"
