love,
it is seeping into my bones,
etching its name over and over
into the milky white surface
of my rough, sturdy supports;
whispering words of assurance as it twines
around my muscles and tissues
and pierces the innermost valves
of my still beating heart.

love,
it calls your name
with every thump and beat and skip
that my heart dares to make;
and it has its own steady rhythm
that i don't think you can ever
match up to
because idealistic dreams are harder to deny
when it is in the fiber of your soul.

love,
it is the color of your eyes
when they crinkle and smile
with the light that comes from the inside of your soul,
and sometimes i wonder how you can be good for me,
when i am clearly not good enough for you.

love,
it is your name that lingers,
the burning touch that tingles my fingers,
and if i could i would wrap all my love in a box
and tie it up with string.

but love,
it is you who I leave behind
in the rain,
in my aching, broken bones,
in the dim sunset light,
in the reminders of my drumming heart.
and love,
it is your name i whisper into the dark.

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