A Love Too Raw

you give me a love too raw to write about.

every time I sit down to immortalize it, to keep safe the memories, I fear my words won’t be enough

and the sketches of these twenty-six letters cannot paint the universe of us.

how can I describe the way you undress my thoughts and make love to my heart.

how can I describe the colors of your eyes that feel like

liberation, a breath exhaled from holding onto the expectations of a million unworthy voices;

and courage, to gently lay down the weight of my fears, letting in the lightness of the world once more,

to exist simply in the wonder of being human —

a reminder that you and I are just an ocean of stardust and a galaxy of dreams,

and nothing else matters except this moment with

you.