Revisionist Poetry – LOVE, v3.

i’ve never defined love.
i catalogue it.

a smile that docks my breath,
eyes that hide a whole country,
hands that read the weather of my skin.

a laugh that licenses my absurdity,
words that pry open rooms i’d closed,
arguments that teach me tenderness.

artists who give themselves away,
courage that mistakes itself into invention,
a heart under renovation.

you begin my day, you close it.
you are the small country I want to learn.

i may not know the word,
but when all of this lines up in you,
i know the verb.

i love you.