You are the unwritten poem that I always carry folded in the pocket of my heart.

She’s a tornado in a tank top leaving wreckage in her wake.

Lost in wonder staring at you, I bumped my head on the moon & fell, hard.

i find youin every echo,i find you in everydream, i find youin every feelingin the depthsof my innerbeing.

There's treachery in her hips, rebellion in her heart & magic in her mind.

She's like a tulip that's still gorgeous even though she just can't open up.

She goes down like the sunset & brings the sweetest night creatures howling out of me.

It's so hard to think about designing our dream home when all l wanna do is lay you out like a blueprint & bring you the lumber you require.

Come be the stampede of emotion standing on this dancing ocean, as I empty out this flood within, down to the last drop of this naked pen.