One of thanks

The boys are home and it is glorious..i am in awe, ..it is just what you’ve become.. it’s glorious your new tone.. I’m sure this is what we thought it would be.. so close now.. throwing that word love around ..this is how we live.

But let me confess .. I have only known the life of regret.. and let me confess I would have lived that life.. but I need this one with you now .. I am in this one…I will live this one … your face is the only face … I have written well, but this life I will live..

I am naked in the living room pressed up against that rug.. here in this place we’ve built. Here where fate is a quartet of ones .. and I can’t help it … confessing this way. Wrapping my arms around you this way.. changing my passwords to reflect these days as we build the new .. something you said in passing, and now I’m confessing to you. We have said the words .. and we have longed to be.. and now it is nice.. and now it feels safe.. and now I have let the death and the fear of being me.. and joined the life that has requested me.. your only request … like all those times before.. like all those hanging moons.. like all those promised kisses and how I’d die in your arms .. but choose instead to live in your light… you call it warmth and I call it truth

So I refused to finish.. no need to be perfect tonight.. life is not a series of perfect occasions so I’ll leave that outside …