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