This man.
This man.
I think he moves earth
when he speaks
leaves indents
with a sigh

(tonight, i am that anti-love the world cries over/i've seen that movie it ends in rom-com disaster we read The Book- or i didn't i was busy that night- i imagine- that Devil character screws things up, but She probably means well, she is probably flawed, Ugly, she probably doesn't know everything even if she pretends to with a nervous, vain, smile.)

I think his hurt
envelops me
with a rough tounge (ha ha ha)
edges me shut.

This man.
This man
holds me
[i am a pinprick
in your giant palm]
set to throw
or crush,
but nay, he holds me
tender.
These are the palms
of a man
i see as
a God.

This man.
This man

i Love.