arguably they're our pages

we hold hands 

when we ar

gue. i want to 

pull my hair out 

and (though I have

n't quite learned how to)

kiss you simultaneously. 

we are endless

ly on different pages,

but argu

ably they

're our pages. 

some say 

we could

n't be more opposite, 

some say opposite

s attract, 

i say let 

me love you 

(once 

and for al

ways). i say let

's prove 

just how beautiful

it is 

to have so lit

tle in common. 

to count to i love you

how many mornings

how many nights

how many suns 

how many moons  

to count to love you 

one two three we 

all i do is smile 

four five six i’m 

still holding my breath 

seven eight nine take 

every piece of time 

to make it to all ten 

reasons our fingers 

keep finding their way back to one -

anothers 

how little 

how much 

how long 

how soon 

does it roll on like the waves 

is it defined like the shore 

is it higher than the sky 

does it outnumber the stars 

how close   

how beyond  

how gentle  

how strong 

can you find it in her eyes

does it fit within both hands

is it further than always  

is it nearer than now 

how many letters  

how many words

how many shouted

how many whispered 

to count to i love you

The only one I want to know

Anchor

wild to remain

when i enter your garden

i pass through no gate

simply onward the trail 

to your highest peak 

i have never known a way like yours 

and you have never known a wandering like mine 

still i welcome your curves 

and you invite my pace 

we are lovers to the unmapped path

our forward takes 

you are the brightest sun 

you are the clearest sky

you are the piercing heat i feel inside 

you are the stone and dirt beneath my feet 

you are the pattern of the butterfly

you are as many colors as the wildflowers 

you are the ones i had yet to see

you are the fragrance of lupine 

you are the shapes and lines in the leaves

you are the strong wind that blows through the branches of the palm trees

you are the sharpness of the needle grass

you are the cactus thorn 

you are the blood that pours 

you are the smile that forms 

you are the knowing that wounds heal 

you are the cry the coyote sings 

your are the hummingbird's wings

you are the lizard that hurries on 

you are the highest note of the sparrows song

you are the coolest breeze 

you are the view from the mountain 

you are the slow decent

you are the softly content

you are homeward 

when i depart from your garden

i steal not a single flower

still your sun

has burnt all of me that i made bare

still your thorn 

stings to the touch

still your song 

is known to my tongue 

still your scars 

are now mine to call home 

so you 

untethered for the on and on 

untamed for always

you are free to grow 

and wild to remain