Sunday Best

Just in the thick of healing
You came to me
Amidst repair
In a gust of sunflowers and samsonite
In the quiet of your misplaced affection
There you stood undressed
Without a stitch of armour
Like a wave
You led with clear intentions
Rolled luggage
You pulled into my uncovered surfaces
On wheels made of perpetuity
Carried me home
To the mutter of your embrace
Only to endure the seepage of deeper conversations
The broken pieces
Amid the wildfire
You spoke to me of sensibility
Made of marble and disquietude
Left your troubles at the door
With paper planes to the wind it flew
I carried you for three days
On top of me
Inside of me
My Genesis
Where it all begins
Home in the familiar places you rested
Warmly in my arms
It’s where you lay freely
Like lullabies you are mine
Forever in my mind
Among paintings I painted for you
Among songs we sang in the dark
I can hear the sound
Of your barely beating heart

Angels and skyscrapers

Buried so far from home

While you lay visible and exposed

Butterflies and origami 

My piece of heaven

Fallen for you at evening-time

Amid the delay

Without you holes in my soul

You, my seeking gauge

Sought you out

In the lateral corridor of my apartment

I kissed you lightly

Gently on the mouth

My Sunday best

Defenses down 

Anchored two feet beneath you

Underneath all the melancholy 

The shattered sky

Where oceans collide 

I will find you

In the dead of night

Knee deep on the other side 

Of second chances 

Where it wasn’t supposed to be

Right in front of me

I found you

Forever in my mind

Worlds apart

Either way

Here all along

I am yours