The sweet chirp of a parrot at the feeder
seems as innocent as your love.
When it breathes,
exhales pure oxygen.
When it clicks,
It doesn’t scrape.
There is no friction.
In this fusion
I see no confusion,
it pairs better than lemonade.
So much trust,
any storm that tried to rust it
would be exhausted.
You never have to force it.
A smooth union
I can base all my hope on.
A hand in the dark,
glowing like a flare.
A dam of love retention
swells with my attention.
The adoration emanating from your skin
and the gaze of child to idol,
are akin.
Makes me wonder
how I can rid all the tension
from within.
Open faces
hide nothing.
I’ve looked a thousand places,
not many will share that look.
An open book,
a pleasure to read.
You turn the pages
from one joy to another.
Delights that last
for ages.
Like an open window,
I see the spots I would go
if I could understand how you got there.
Each moment only takes it higher
for me to admire.
So much better
than me.
I doubt my mind will ever be that clear,
but for my heart
I will never say never.
It keeps me going
through the times I sit crying
about; all the things in the world dying,
all the people who are lying,
all the ones who struggle so hard
are barely just surviving,
all the values that need reviving
but everyone’s stopped trying.
The density and magic of hurtloam,
the intensity and comfort of feeling at home,
the guarantee of not being alone.
The golden taste of the season’s first fruit
reminds me of the smiles I see shared
between you.
I smile too.
I know,
in your hands
the world will be safe.