XIII

(haven)

this is my love for you.
you call them fields. wildflowers. but they are my carefully tended gardens.
this is my love for you.
thoughtful brushstrokes across the sky. all different kinds for you. an assortment.
this is my love for you.
dawn dancing on the water, a seizure of the heart.
this is my love for you.
a hidden forest of green thorns. life springing from branches you once thought dead.
this is my love for you.
a teasing summer breeze on a wooden deck.
this is my love for you.
the blazing way images fall into your memory as you run.
this is my love for you.
an apartment room filled with doubts, sprouting from corners like so much mold. here i will establish you. where i am, it is safe. and i am here.