My dearest lover,

I wanted to remind you

of my virulent love:


Laughing merrily,

you have no idea how many hours I spent

Poking the night's velvet full of countless twinkling pinholes,

Skipping golden continents across the churning still oceans

into each other,

Building up mountains brick by brick,

and holding My lamp high over all things

green and beautiful.


I gave you life to cherish and love

to shelter,

but you would rather take My

words, dripping from poets' lips,

and bend them into books

full of arcane rules and argue over

whose is most beautiful.


Lover?


Look up

into My eyes

and tell Me that you love Me, too


--it's been such a long time.