all inside your head, all
inside your head, that black
thunder pulling down
your great skies, and why
becuase I know that you are
so god damn beautiful when
you've forgotten who you are and
your heart is given a quick
reprieve, from all of the hurt
hanging heavy on it, and you
actually
breathe
a breath
between
the terrified heaving
of your breasts, afraid
that you do not deserve
the air they
welcome.

and as I see you
in between
the balck and white shards
of you, while they splinter
into a bouquet of tears
that are too heavy
to plant ( even in
the most secret
of private gardens ).

and I just could not
love you enough to make you
love yourself, that
is my burden to bear, but where
we now meet and where we now can
find such new selves to find, it's almost
like we are new lovers, safe in the knowing
that whispers across heaven
and the winks smuggled between the lightnings clap
are enough, enough to thank
anything that gave us each other, and gave us
what this will now mean
to be.