he makes me
imagine
hand sewn
seed pearls
on
white sleeves
and what it
means
to be
loved.
his glance
is a gift,
a glass galaxy
boxed
in promise
and collaged
across my
iris
he is my
every
possibility,
and I,
his
Isis
to birth
bird baths of
beauty for us
to swim in.
we create
a honey space
of loving embrace
to bask
in each other's
grace
and all
I have left is
thanks.
