Love...

What will it take? what am I expecting, honestly

from such an inappropriate word.

Where would I rather be

At the saturday market sucking down honey sticks

Padding down damp Seattle sidewalks

to the swingset only used when

I'm alone and in love.

 

This high up, can I fall hard enough to blackout?

Will I be allowed such respite? What am I expecting

honestly, from someone like this.

I'd rather be roof-hopping in Mykonos, across islands, across continents

stopping only for the majesty of the Cappadocia sunrise

Watching those ascending droplets of washed fabric, far far up

awakening romance in resting lovers.

Will they fall hard enough to blackout?

 

Where would I rather be but near you

Your magnetism steadily unravelling my atoms

This intensity boiling my heart in it's chest...

Why?

I'd rather be drowning. I am.

 

I'm drowning in the prospect of you, here,

not pretending to be safe but genuine feeling,

burdening everything I do and have and will

until your level heart bursts like mine does

when I see you

I see you, there

Under that dim orange streetlight

where at last you can see me.

 

There's no place I'd rather be.