Tag: squeesh you

you say there’s no poetry
for you, darling,
but it’s here
written in the way your words
sway me like grass
in a summer breeze, the way
my skin tingles like stars when
you say my name,
when you say
my name is magick.

put your hand to my chest–
do you feel
the rhythm of the verses
beating
for you? every step,
every cell, for you,
for you and I
will never stop breathing
this poetry; my lungs
are saturated with it.