for you.

run-of-the-mill love poem.

for you, I'd cast my net
bag up the stars
and leave them on your doorstep.

they'd shine for you
and I would too.
I'll always come running back.

And the angry gods
would torment me
so jealous of us they'd be.

but love like ours
is worth all the hours
left in the deepest marrows of me.

So grind me up,
and pour me, love,
into your cup of tea.

Let me be
in everything,
everything you see.

Author's Note

tell me straight, doc.