Our Love is Young:

His heart

wears heartache,

like a fine suit—

bruised,

changing of hands,

Half-hearted flames

mishandled drops... accumulate

In a heartbeat,

she is compelled, to listen—

No, rustling,

as his voice shakes-

Impulsively,

she free falls,

shakedown,

all his insecurities

into a pile of leaves...

His past,

leaves her mouth gapping,

leaves her heart cringing,

crunching on noisome

thoughts..

women, viewed

him as deeply flawed

Their hearts of stones,

nearly breaking bones

Hers surely breaks

mired down,

in mud,

emotions sunken in,

No, flapping gums-

When dirt is flung,

on our name-

Causes his tires to spin,

always

the first to our defense

there is no,

Muddle, muffle, misconstrue

He lifts us up, like ton jack,

always the one to follow

his heart ...

My love,

everyones heart,

is rough around the edges...

You don’t run,

You don’t hide,

You confide

In my arms, you have poured out tenderness...

Restless tears flow,

an exhale,

soft and slow

His cards

never show

never fold

His well-being,

forested

as he falls,

I will be ,

around to hear the sound

His embrace of life

is brave and breathtaking...

Readily, locked lovingly

tears of joy,

drip down his chin-

How long

have you held the breath of self-doubt?

My love,

everyone’s heart,

is rough around the edges..

My heart,

is learning yours by heart,

in the right place...

Losing my heart,

to not just anyone,

but someone-

our love is young...