Some plant lips on Mother Earth in a display of gratitude.Meanwhile, she is kissing the soles of your feet, recognizing the one to be worshiped is you.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise. Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.

And there you sit.My eyes burning a hole on the side of your face while the stars are being captured in your eyes from the prolonged, there's-plenty-of-time, full attention you're giving each one.And there you sit.And I'm wishing I could give you every ounce of what you give the stars.

Forgive me for not loving how you deserve.With weak knees that in their grand gesture can only collapse instead of bow.

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

Dissociated, I follow this body in its reckless haste.

Even lungs that are gasping are lungs that are trying.

How lucky I am to lose sleep over such a work of art.