i only need him for my valentine
we speak different languages
so we communicate with body warmth
presses a soft temple to my shin,
so i know at least he still loves me
melismatic chirp that i can play on loop,
he is saying it's going to be okay
chews curiously at my finger,
so i keep my head above the surface of the sea
for him
he is my personal biologist
he knows the gears and sparks under my bones
he knows when my heart is choking under pressure
he knows when my brain is shutting down
he knows when i just want to run away from
everything that has been hurting me
he knows when to come looking for me in
my cave
and he will decorate the walls with
two thousand and twenty-something diamonds
of love
all of this
and he doesn't even need a diagnosis chart
not when no one but him can untangle my knots
or tell me, with unspoken words
my sins are part of my beauty
he knows
he stays with me when it is pouring
he kneads at my heart,
wine of affirmation seeping
into the veins, i know he won't part
from me through the long fall to earth
he doesn't say anything when the sun is out
only his eyes guide me through the night
we both know, for each other
we are enough
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Harlequin
Poetrycome indulge in voluminous daydreams and help yourself on raging tidal emotions. • poetry collection
