You Are More Terrible

love poem

You are more terrible than the sun:

The yellow light of morning,

The trilling gold of memory—

You are there,

In the shiny noon.

Your hair glinted copper, eyes like a lake,

Echoing summer skies and pines.

I remember thinking, wondering, who?

As the world shifted towards you.

I leaned to listen, your smile

Ripped me from listlessness,

Igniting what burns and blisters.

Flicker to flame, sunshine.

It can consume,

For you and only you—

my bliss.

Birds flew from my chest,

An eternal sun in my throat.

For the rest let me catch

Stars for you,

And we can split the moon,

Warm in endless day.