I didn't realise I loved youuntil I diduntil you stopped me mid-sentenceand said this is loveand I have a word for this oceanthat has engulfed memuting the screams that haven't stoppedsince I can rememberwhere I can fully breathe and I am floating weightless and free, a balloonyour fingers hold the string gentlyI don't want to break free.

happy new year darlingI love you foreverand always

baby, if this werebreakfast time,I'd order you.

potent portions of griefdiluted by shots of happinesssurprised by slices of sunshinealways, always, blinded by bliss

you’refabulously foolishassured of myeagerness to please youbasking in mywillingness to obey youconvinced by myconstant submission to youif only you knewI do it because it amuses me

flights of fancywhen you say those wordsand I turn to you and smile like a village idiot finally left unrestrainedwho lost herself and stumbled upon amad magician who can makeeverything okay againflights of love

tell me the rulesdon’t get lost inimagining loveis without limits,lust is withoutboundaries;everything needs borderseventually;even the hearthas walls.

that first timeyou touched me – in that too-brieftransient tactility – it felt as if youstripped offall of my skin – leaving me raw,burning.

no matter whatI’ll always be the onewho loved youmore than anyone else wouldthe one who loved youtoo much for anyone’s good

you still seeeverything-I find you in the last page of every booklurking at the bottom of every boxhanging on tothe last notes of every songstanding at the end ofevery road-you still areeverything

evenhanging by a thread, balancing on a tight rope, I smile

you touchedeverything,you know?everythingeverythingwhen we were; everythingwhen we weren’teverything.

and I love you most because youlove my scars

I fall in lovewith parts of peopleI fall out of love entirely

we’re in a box; this box is us:no, don’t rush to imaginelimits, walls, boundaries; orclipped-wing-flightlessness;restrictions, rules, racism; ornationality, skin-hue, accents;categories, classes and cages;this box is a lovely surprise oflimitlessness, imprisonment;freedom lined with fences;disappearances, reappearances, disappointments, then delight;the universe in, the universe out;this box is us; this box is love. ...

sometimesyou kiss me whenyou think I am asleepit’s all I can do not to weepsometimes with joy and then,sometimes with unbearable grief

I have alwaysloved you too muchwatched you too muchand wanted you too muchyou breathe life into me andI fight to breathe when you go

there should be a lawagainst this much happiness

likecatchingfireflies in nets:I catch words from you;treasure them like a fool

wordplay and foreplaywill you stay or run playthis game is so lamebut I love playing with you