you are the poem
every other poem
reminds me of.
martin roque june and sonia
kiss you to sleep at night
leave their imprint
for me to read in the morning
in the length of your arms
in the catch of your breath
in your absence.
we have no time for romanticization
and I knew my heart could not hold
another broken relationship
so I guess I should have
never loved you
and wouldn't have
but you made it so damn easy to find comfort
in the folds
of your fleeting smile
and your heart
bright as a bullseye.
it is the simple
things
we love:
rebellion and righteousness
change and children
life
we love each other.
when that is not enough
we most desperately
need
a revolution.