Darling, I’ll
lovingly polish you precious.
I’ll
hold you
gently
in
my hands
and never forget the beauty
that
rests between my fingertips.
I’ll
look in your eyes and find the giving,
loving,
earnest
soul
and
marvel
that
I have managed to set it on fire.
I’ll hear your words
burrow deep
into the broken parts of me
and feel my whole body adopt them
with no more than a sigh.
I’ll meet your worries and your fears
With open eyes
Soft
hands
Square
shoulders
And care for them
As if they were my own.
Not the vast beyond
for now,
My love
We shall reach for the pieces of
today and tomorrow
And fit them,
shining,
between our palms:
Our
glowing bit of glory.
