Letter of December 25th

My Dearest Love,

If all the world's sweetest music that had been released
into the aether had returned
the earth would slow upon its axis
and ready itself to spin it a different direction
and I will have fully witnessed how you became
the poetry that refreshed my most parched soul

Still I thirst to be written by your hand,
my soul given its details, its brilliance,
stroke by stroke, mad laughter spilling its intimacy,
the intimacy stars will share with darkness,
and darkness will share with morning sunlight

I wish I could show you the frightening beauty within you,
the crackling storms rising over innocent hillsides,
cracking open my ribcage, releasing the rolling
symphonic murmurations to the heavens
as you reached in and lit the lanterns next to my spine
and nestled your heart next to mine
and shivered our world awake.

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