Honestly
I couldn't be.
Already I've spent so much time wrapped wonderously up in your words and unmentionable time typing wildly to riciprocate but
what do I say to a sigh so lovely it sais everything?
I want words to circle and shape the suns magnitude
but sometimes when your breath trembles in it's own
iambic pentameter all the poetry
just wants to shrink down and listen in wonder
sometimes
it's like I'm tethered to the shattering beauty of that heartbeat
tapdancing
on the nape of your neck
so words can't be everything all the time
but for right now
I just want them to rise up
and celebrate the silence with
and help us to unravel all that meaning
wound into
it's every
moment
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