These houses are just buildings,
not like that tiny body of yours.
Growing that finger nail baby
requires little pieces of your spirit
being chewed up and spit out;
trying to patch the holes
with a slimy stem cell.

They can only do so much, though.

Yours is a big job, you see?
Renovating a sanctuary of
residue and lies
takes elbow grease and a lot of
hope glue.

Let Nature run the race, as they say.

to you

Shame on you, handsome man, for loving me the way you do - you love the hell out of me. You love me when i am a thunder cloud, you love me when i'm an irrational tizzy of sparks. You love my ever expanding body and my heart that beats.
You love me when i don't love myself
and
when i'm a scarred little bubble and when i feel like humidity.
you love me so much that, at times, i feel like i deserve it.

Shame on you, you silly little heart hiccup, you love me so much I just don't know what to do with myself. I wake up, you love me and even still when I fall asleep next to you.
You write me words that god himself spoke and they make me cry.
which i like, or love.
you love me so much - and i love you so much.

we are growing old together.
we are growing old together
and it is nice like clouds.

so, thank you.
thank you for loving me and being that guy who you are.
I don't think I can tell you enough, but my life is easy and twirly and explodingly great...
and i love you.
thanks for being my best friend.
and husband.
and partner.