love,
if this is the way
hands hold magic,

then i am your servant
and i will seek electricity
in every emotion.

love,
if this is your first impression,
then my heart is too small
and i have wasted too many deaths
in your absence.

love,
if you elude me
for six thousand years
then i am still grateful
for the moments
when you rise like the moon
from behind clouds
and breathe enough light
to ease me into twilight.

love,
if this is my path
then i am unworthy
of your incandescence,
your abundance.

love,
i will one day
make you
my home.

Interesting

interesting is right... the poem felt so fragile as I was reading it. as if building up & crumbling into pieces that fit together

Very nice.