LXXV.

(haven return)

this is my love for you.
the shelter you feel in a foreign home. a blanket of palm leaves, a sea of swaying at night.
this is my love for you.
racing wind as you sail along the gravity dawn.
this is my love for you.
early morning light melting over a canyon town. wandering through the streets and dreams.
this is my love for you.
lost between two islands. the one that is real. and the one where you are, lined with flower shops and ache.
this is my love for you.
the memories of a battered boy. pulsing through your head and veins.
this is my love for you.
california blood.
this is my love for you.
a brother asks you how you are. (i wanted you to ask yourself) (you're not too good at doing that)
this is my love for you.
a film full of signs and songs. you'll sing them each morning. and you'll wonder why.
this is my love for you.
he says, can you meet me in the lobby? you take him to the grocery store. you hand him a blanket (to tell him he is safe), you catch him in the waking hours. you listen as the boy becomes a man, your body adapts to walking quiet and long, your mind and heart develop new muscle.
this is my love for you.
we are here and there is no why, only how.