I caught you writing in my journal
You told me it reminded you of home
Where everyone wrote letters
Instead of making calls
I remember you telling me that
They kept your drawings on the wall
The first time you camped with me
I saw Orion’s Belt and felt serenity
The poison ivy didn’t hurt as much
When you circled it with your touch
I love the finger paintings we made
In the garden where we laid
Dreaming of splashing in the watermarks
Of our words in the brilliant lights
In the unfiltered and uncovered darks
But fires burnt down our home
And house for house we had nowhere to go
The stars turned to shadows of what was
And the years nearly turned us to dust
We cry and we weep till we fall asleep
The man said we sow what we reap
Timing was right when we turned on the lights
And men made of man laid out his hand
So swift was the tide when the boat capsized
Crawling back from the shore
I felt my heart beat and rage for more
There you are my saint with the beauty of Venus
Holy beloved with eyes dancing in love
-v.