I like that we can have comfortable silence,
with shadows and lights on,
like mouths full of fresh time
sealed in icebergs, where
tension’s never cracked.

Nor has surprise ever mattered,
when we pack up all the serenity,
and glitter under the sunlight.
We are fine.

And they’d weigh a planet of curiosity to defy:
that I am the wings curled up on your back,
and you are the soul plants ease in my body.

Written on the night before Valentine’s Day