Love is Under Me

No longer will I hide in the back alleys of my soul, I’m climbing the stairs in your spine, straight to the rooftops of your eyes. Every motion becomes an offering to you, countless seeds thrown over groundless fields, rolling laughter fills our ears.

…and when I can’t fall asleep I don’t complain, how fortunate I am to be kept awake listening to the epigrams you penned with my tenderness, spoken with my tongue.