A Wee Conversation

Did I tell you that I
love you today?

Yes, and we need
to know every day.

And I need to tell
you every day.

And we know
that you do.

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Fallen

You are
the yellow tree
beside my window.
All day, I look at you,
imagine myself
winding my arms
up through your
tall branches
to trace softly
each paper leaf
until at last,
your color turns
my body to flames
and we are both
fallen.

Midnight

Content
to listen to
the sounds
of your

breath, not like
before, inside
the angst
of midnights.

Perhaps I
am learning
to be settled
in darkness,

to let the night
whisper its dark
secrets into
a starlit sky,

leaving me
wakeful
with perspective
on how small

we really are –
an upturned
snow globe –
contents

spilling
over the vast
infinity
of space.