To my Valentine

It’s all mathematics

The rhythm of the womb

Surge of the inner-sea

The great song of the stars

Shadow structures glimpsed

on the cusp of sleep

Phantasmal travellers in

dream encounters

A language that fades

with each attempt

to render it in prose

A weight that lies

upon my days, and draws me into

secret nights

Relief comes in
a stranger’s smile

and recognition of one's self

And love that dwells

in human warmth

and simple acts of kindness