Almost Poetic

Love as an oxygen mask

Sometimes love comes to give us a second chance

I was breathing in commas before you came my way

Stranger with hands that reminded me of God 

I was merely a fraction of all the tomorrows I let my yesterdays slip away with

But you came and translated my suicidal thoughts into a language only love understands

Thank you for loving me in ink

I hope to hold your heart with the delicacy of one who tames butterflies

I am naming my smile after you

Because I love the taste of your name in my mouth

Painting by Pier Toffoletti

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