I just thought of three more poems
but I was too slow to write them down
I know you're reading them
and that makes me feel well
to give you this love
this adoration
these small tokens of respect
I don't care what anyone thinks
you're my kind of girl

all the names
all the insults
let it sprinkle like ash
forgive them
for they know not what they do

you climbed to the top of the mountain
you reached the highest peak
only to be let down again

your glow
your stride
your soft embrace
your wild imperfections
against the grain
so impervious

it's nothing short of a miracle
that either of us still exist
to enjoy this moment
for one last kiss
for one last aching breath