My favorite part of
waking up next to you
is the smell that stays,
as if you meant to say
that today would be lovely.
Maybe you wanted me to think
about it again and again and
didn't have time to write.
I could spend the weekend
and the night,
and plan on tonight, but
still
I don't want to wait.
Some days are perfect
just like others are tedious
and the rest maddening.
The clouds soak skin-deep
like a natural cleansing
that illudes;
the darkness I embrace
like a friend.
It's too easy
to do well,
companionship.
But you're worth each failure,
each lesson,
every chance for intimacy
that goes awry
in your head.
It's hard for me,
learning,
and hurts just right.
