He has the smallest little blemish and his face is a disaster. All I glimpse is living art. He wears long sleeves to hide his scars, but I'm so grateful he survived the fight! Even if it was against himself. He weeps to me his past is ugly, stained by misdeeds and misfortune. However the longer I look the abstract stain calls out a feeling of power and gentle strength. He breathes my name and all I can do is hope not to melt from the heat of a star's flare licking down my spine. He is lovely in all ways. He is precious above all things. Placed in my path, but never in my way. How long have I searched for you? My good luck, black cat. How did I fumble through life before you steadied my shoulder? Does any of it matter? Is any of this real? Kiss me and make me forget the heavy woes of a once broken heart. Hold me and make whole, a piece broken. Say my name one last time before you go to work. Carry my heartbeat in your ribs, and know assuredly I am yours. Waxing love drunk like the moon all I can wonder is; Do you know how precious you trully are to me?
