sunday secrets.

i love you in many parts.

i love you like early mornings
like cold and slept on pillows
and sunspots on blankets and dusty light coming out on windows
all quietly whispering, "wake up, love."

i love you with a love that thinks
a love that grows
and a love that transcends time
a love that knows for sure.

i love you with a love of a million hands
hands that creep secretly, slowly
into the chasms of who i am
hands that dig for truth and for hope, hands that dig for sparks.

i love you with a love that feels
i love with a love that smiles and laughs
gets jealous and gets hurt, a love that cries
i love with a love human in all senses of the word

i love with a love of wasted years
struggling to come alive
and stops ticking away the hours
a love that found life from your breath

i love you in many parts, in countless ways
like shrunken life forms
(dreading the street sign that says 'you'll be leaving soon')
forming something extraordinary