You're a queer bird.
Isn't life absurd.
Fly high
above the herd.
Love is
waiting in the rain
and naming each water drop
to pass the time.
Love is
coming home
and feeling safe
like you don’t feel any other place.
Love is
walking on air
and not giving a care
people seeing you a foot off the ground.
Love is
calling someone honey
and not feeling
self conscious about it.
Love is
eating ice cream in winter,
and eating a roast
in the summer heat.
Love is
playful.
Love is
painful.
Love is
never having to say sorry,
but saying it anyway
without giving it a thought.
Love is
a Sunday dinner.
Your warm hand in mind.
Watching the sky change to night.
Love is
only having eyes for the sweet ugly boy,
and thinking he is the most
handsome man in the world.
Love is
the passing of time,
and not knowing
where the years went.
Love is
looking back
and not wanting
to change a moment.