POEM - Twilight-Adorned

Your love is like residing in a room

with someone who doesn’t want

to leave the bed on a Sunday

—cleaning your way back to dirty

in a steamy, shared shower

—hugs so healing that they

always unravel those unaddressed tears

—words I’m consistently interested

in hearing somebody say

  

Your love is like alleviation

of chronic pain

—excited laughter when progress

suddenly comes easy

—enough money in the bank

to start thinking of debt as a memory

—new meals, and old movies,

at least once per week

  

Your love is like g...