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.