michelle

the overwhelming aura of cliche-
ripped from manifestos and dictionaries
and other writings in an attempt
a attempt to deride me and chalk my feelings up to nothing more then
gaudy, tacky, lifeless meaning
but,
I LOVE you. you. your sleeping body
rising gently with each breath

like the most magnificent sunrise
the sun attempting to broach the horizon and flood it with it's
red and orange and blood-tinged hues
but my words are wrestled from my lips
the words that say

I love you.

your skin, your scent, your touch... the way the sun hits your hair every night
the way you believe in nothing
but us.

the way you light up my heart, and turn my love into indescribable splendor.