What love says is, if you drop yourself
from a tower of broken stories
I will catch you like contagion -
intercept your portion of gravity -
so we can share energy like sunflowers.
What love says is, if the world is hostile
to the sound of your voice, there is
always home where this heart beats,
sheltered in bones, invigorated by blood,
you can always trust to fall asleep.
What love says is, this laughter
traces your signature at will
with its ragged rhythms perambulating.
everywhere you go, it will find you
and heal the virulence of despair.
What love says is, I do not know how
to be anything else but a petal
in love with your rising -
fearing your setting -
in between, I just photosynthesize memories.