Love Letter 309 The Grooming Heart

It is your prerogative

to say too much

or just enough

or too little

or stay shut, like a little oyster in a sand bed

I want your room

to be just as light

as my sun

but I can wait

'til

you ask

I can take turns

with your dark

I can live

with your innocent end

your fever

your small remark

itching

on my forehead

because we practice together

because you have allowed that art

because your aria

is like a lit path

through a tunnel

where I would never set foot

if I did not know

you (too) were God

so let me

settle

onto you

when you cannot bear the grim shuck of the heart (waking)

when the soap skin

cannot wash off, with one shower

when all you fear is fear

I will shower you

with so much love

it will look like

artwork on the refrigerator

unrefined by outlines

but so much better

than a lost boat

without a navigator

banging against its own anchor

I Love You, Beloved

in your souring heart

and sweetening crawl

in all the words you use like butter to loosen the crack

between all our doors

because you care

to loosen

even what you hold dear

so love

can fly in

I Love You,

Your Beloved