I only believe in love when I can feel it.
When it’s burning my hands
Like they’re resting on a cooking stove.
When that burn reaches my chest and my stomach
And the place I think my souls sits too.
I only believe in love
When I close my eyes
And smile hard enough.
Then I believe in patience and kindness
And hoping all things
And enduring all things,
Just like I’ve recited since grade-school
And on nights like this,
When the clouds cover the stars
Like polyester sheets
The moon is twice as stunning.
Yes, I’m stunned frozen that
All this time I’ve been talking to her,
Begging for her secrets,
And sending mine back on the lips of the wind,
While she was only the open end of
The tin can and telephone string
Directly attached to your ear.
I found peace under your roof.
And when you played my favorite song
On the strings behind my eyes,
My hands raised on their own,
And all the blood I was expecting to fall boiling
Came down like
A river in the desert instead.
Tonight your love was quiet.
This morning it was the way you made those kids laugh.
But right now,
In a concept of distance and time I don’t understand,
Your love is
The breeze on my cheek
And the silk pages of a book,
Regardless of the miles I can’t count to your arms.
I don’t believe in love unless it hurts
Are the wood and the coals and the ash
And you are not only the fire
But the breath it takes to memorize it
And the sand I’m covering my feet with
And the ocean I’ve needed so long,
I’m sorry I didn’t realize
All this time I’ve been talking to you
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