LAYERS

Thank you for stumbling across the universe with your condent swagger and tripping right into my lap. Wild hair spilling across your eyelids and nestling into my mouth with my kiss on your forehead. Thank you for the freckles on your nose that keep me star-crossed, starry-eyed, and then cross-eyed when I’m lying underneath you and I look up at your darling face. You’re made of everything good in this world. Syrup-sweet and paining my teeth dripping from my lips like honey from the bees buzzing in my head driving me crazy, daily, with the sounds of your voice echoing through my skull and the halls of my house still ringing from the last time you werе here, the last timе it was a home. Thank you for warming the industrial gray of my concrete foundation and turning my bones from cement blocks to rich mahogany wood. Layers.