I love saying that I love Krysten. I love making poems about it even more.
my heart beats unsteady rhytms
synchronizing with the uneven steps
as you foxtrot past my eyes.
can we help how wobbly I seem
as you entrance me, or can we help
the terrible vibrations that surround our hands?
Threatening to gulp you and chew up my soul
centered in the ordinary, hiding 'neath the shade
is where I keep your love.