delicate

tiny atoms intertwine
spindly creatures

exploring the feeling of fingertips
the spark, the shock

eyelids and eyelashes
individual bits
coated with flake of snow

one slow blink
and the world spins

stolen moments
when reality is in memory
when life teems in being

precarious

teetering on the very edge
between light and dark

the sharpness lingers

because for each of these
millions of moments pass
in the mundane

carved out
cradled deep, deep

sunlight blazes across snowfall
cold settles deep inside
beneath the layers of socks and sweaters

fragile

Flawed

I won't, I won't try to rearrange you
I won't even try to change you
I want you the way you are

I'll take all of your old silly habits
That's the only way I'll have it
I want you the way you are

I will even forgive how you voted
And then the way that you gloated
I'll take you the way you are

I'll accept all your horrible grammar
I know grammar doesn't matter
I'll take you the way you are

I won't ask you about your big secret
because I know that you'll keep it
I want you the way you are

I won't think of the way that you whisper
I won't think of how you kissed her
I'll take you the way you are

I want a flawed and unreasonable person
That's not really even worse than
Living alone like I am

I know I have made far enough mistakes
To cause you your own grief and heartache
Please take me the way that I am

I want you to accept all my failings
To help me with my rearranging
To take me the way that I am

I won't, I won't try to rearrange you
I won't even try to change you
I want you the way you are

If

I wonder
if someday
in a little house
on the corner
leafy vegetables out back
in past the kitchen curtains

I'm going to live
reading morning newspapers
tackling crossword puzzles
over coffee
brewed to wake us up

playing piano every morning
as soon as the sun hits the keys
asking you what you think
gladly stopping when you come
whispering your input in my ear

clocks on the wall
rows of shoes in the closet
yours and mine
pots of all shapes and colors
filling up the salt and pepper on Tuesdays
worn slippers

I wonder
if there will be nights
we'll go outside
and talk about nothing at all
stars caressing our cheeks
hands intertwined

I'll be pleased
with walls we've painted ourselves
art in the kitchen
shelves flooded with books
your favorite authors
and mine