Faintly

Don’t question my love,

When I wander off,

In the galaxies of your coffee-dark eyes,

And seem far from now.

When your face is above, across,

Near mine.

When I seem paused,

I will be lost in the threads,-

Of thinking for two.

Of the what-ifs.

The unknowns in this imaginative home.

Sometimes, the hush forms faster, -

Easier,

Than all things descriptive,

The extremes that adorn you.

When I smile, here’s what’s foaming:

“Beloved, let me see you as you are,

And where I might not see,

Let my fingers sculpt you as you are.

Beyond the fineness of this skin,

I too am course.

Dance with me in our flaws,

Scarred,-

Scared.

I too is afraid of the endings before the beginning.”

And yet, while I think of two,

For two,

I will not be doubting your worth,

I would be thinking of the next walk

On those red, earthen roads,

Battling with the wind,

To not kiss the naked parts of your being.

When I go quiet or look down,

I will be beyond your big feet.

When you joke of their ugliness,

Maybe I would be quicker,

To draw the freedom rooted and branched in them.

So,-

Don't question your worth.

Don't question my love.

When I stand by you,-

When I let you pour warmth on my neck,-

And pull me to you,

To say goodbye.

I am afraid of goodbyes...

But as it is,

Let me wound your arm around me as I please.

To faintly remind you of the imperfections that curve this glass,-

So while I may not know how to say goodbye,

Don't question your worth.

Don't question my love.

I remain soundless,

For you are far too beautiful.

To be bounded in any syllable.