The claws that hold our hearts together are
entwined that turbulence capable of
shredding the earth apart will be no match for
the love our hearts bleed to water these trees of
affection we planted in each other’s bosom,
you became the shimmer in me when
my soul was an anthology of poems scribed by
men who lost love to the hands of a distant land,
I was the torch that found you when your
heart became a room spiders found solace to
build their homes because you were lost in gloom.
You’re the candle laying in a street
entrenched in darkness, I was the matchstick
that burns itself because its light was short-lived.
These trees our love grow to become are not
deciduous trees that shed leaves in winter.
Our love is sun in the sky
that will never cease to exist.