Listen; even if rainbows were to forget to postlude storms; or sunsets the profane cains
of days; or dew to wash away
the sins of flowers when dawn
breathes upon us; or the dead
to ascend into the promised Heavens
I will never forget to bathe you
With these three words; banal they may seem, but they are yours from the deepest parts of me; the shadowed, the unseen, the scared, the fragile, the flawed;
I love you…
The type of love that’s reclusive
but appreciates the outdoor freedom of open affections
Chit chat and toothy smiles, small talk and long walks in shady alleys and bright lanes
Why tilt the scale when it balances the unresolved emotions and unspoken words like afro combo at mardi gras?
Take my hand and let’s fly across the memoirs of lovebirds in bourbon street;
sip on the intoxication of these three words..
“I love you”
…and I’ll tell you I love you till the words die on my lips
Till they cave inside of my chest and crumble like sandcastles inside of my belly
Till they fade from my breath, and my throat is hoarse from their use
Till my voice breaks at the thought and my tongue can no longer form the words.
Till they wane from memory and dissolve into stardust.
But until then. Until then;
I love you.