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.