I want a love that makes me sing
When I’m gathering my tea mug
From the desk, or
Walking to the elevator;
Setting my bag down on the chair.
Sing and hum and
Not be thinking of you at all.
Because I’m happy. And
When I’m happy,
I want a love that rests a chin
On my head when I tuck it into that
Hollow space. When I feel so so
A love who floats with me in my
Smallness that fits
Between a clavicle and jaw and
Gets small with me without getting small. And who
Shines with me in my radiance, bigger than
The sun. And then we’re big there together. Without
Either of us being big.
If there’s pain or fear or loss or phantom movement in
The night, I’ll hold you, and
Not hope to say the
Right thing or do the
When it’s all falling down and all around and I can’t feel
The firmness under me and
I don’t know if everything is going to be okay,
I’ll hold you and
Really, it will—
That everything is going to be okay.
I want a love that doesn’t know my worth, but
Knows that unknowable place from
Where it comes.
I want a love who knows that place in them. And
Only through their worth
I want a love that tells me things,
Until it’s late and early and
I’m tired but
No don’t stop, just
Tell me things.
Until the sun comes up and
Our noses touch in our whispered
Haste to tell each other all
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Editor: Catherine Monkman
Photo: Flickr / Quang’y