This love will not
Live in the shallow
It will not wheeze
In empty air
Or dance at the edge
Of my fingertips
Like every other
Uncertainty in my life.
This love will not
Hide in fantasy
Or ignore your humanity
Or cower in the face of
Not being enough
Or the fear
Of being too much.
No.
This love will
Turn the lights on
And sit your darkness by the fire,
And share stories
Over a bottle of wine or two
Or however many
Until the sun decides to rise.
This love will
Light candles
In the moonlight
And dance with
The parts of you
Others are afraid of.
This love will stay awake
Through the night
And invite your shadows
To morning coffee
And your winters
To my dinner table.
This love will
Turn the lights on
And listen
To the
All
Of you,
To the sacred
And the unholy
And every
Magnificent beast
In between.
