To the one I love
I stop: the quiet,
perfect silence, I share with you,
over a cup of coffee.
You are my late night rendezvous, secret
fiery and fierce.
In the early mornings, you lay with me. Simply
making room in the sheets for all my imperfections. Perfect.
When I need a place
to think to challenge to grow, to to too,
at my most vulnerable, you wait for me,
patiently. Ever ready to spar,
I sometimes need a fight.
At once my window and my mirror.
Without you, lost, all of me, all of us.