Keith

When I'm with you I feel safe.

Your arms are home.

I pull them around me

like a blanket I could doze inside for days.

Sometimes

when we're lying on my bed

wrapped around each other like stitches in fabric

I smile to myself because

you're my keeper.

I handed you the soil from my heart

and you grew flowers in your palm.

You look at me with eyes swimming in love

and I cry an ocean of devotion.

You kiss poetry on my lips

and I crumble softly into love letters.

Most importantly

your head fits perfectly in the pocket of my neck

between my chin and my chest

where my heart beats most rapidly upon seeing your face.

And so

I will these hands,

this mind,

this heart,

these lips,

to your guardianship

for half a day,

a week,

a month,

a year,

a lifetime,

or so.

And how marvelously this plant flourishes in your care.