this is a love poem
this is a love poem
reminding me to remember
when we are fighting
of your whisper
tickling the back of my neck
the lightest of my hairs
light, light alighting on
your skin fragile and exposed
the sharp morning glow
you are not you while sleeping
but beautiful and stranger
this is a whisper to you
to remind you to remember
I won't whisper warmth
the cold evening gloam
you know why: the feeling
at the argument's end
cheeks suffused, heavy breathing
break your spell on me
and cast it out
this is an end
reminding me to remember
when we are fighting
of your whisper
tickling the back of my neck
the lightest of my hairs
light, light alighting on
your skin fragile and exposed
the sharp morning glow
you are not you while sleeping
but beautiful and stranger
this is a whisper to you
to remind you to remember
I won't whisper warmth
the cold evening gloam
you know why: the feeling
at the argument's end
cheeks suffused, heavy breathing
break your spell on me
and cast it out
this is an end