I find the most comfort in the mundane.

In the subtle, unspoken way
His rough -yet merciful- fingertips trace
Endearing expressions of a silent devotion
Softly across the parts of my scarred skin
Not one soul has so eagerly worshipped
Not like him, anyway.



I find the most sincere tranquility in the way his sky-blue eyes hold the light.

In the divinely untroubled way they shine
Penetrating into the depths of mine
Holding within them the heat of the sun
And the wisdom of the moon
Is it too soon for me to presume
That this gentle love will last a lifetime?



Or is it merely a coincidence

The serendipitous way in which he has found my weakness
Leaving me utterly speechless
Bringing me to bloodied knees
With an elusive kind of ease
Drawing me from a deep place of uncertainty
Giving me one thousand reasons
To stay


Like dancing in the kitchen
Where no music is playing

Traipsing through a field of wild blossoms
Or planting our very own vivid garden

Dinner dates under candle light
And sweet kisses on my temple goodnight

If only there was a way to show him
The solace in which he brings



I find comfort in the mundane.

Because there are bees in my brain
That insist I will always be insane
Yet, his fingertips are still tracing one simple phrase
Against the parts of my flesh I once wished to erase
Believing wholeheartedly that I was a mistake
Yet never once have I had to explain my worth as it pertains

To his vibrant eyes
Where I have bloomed radiantly
In my place
By his side



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