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I love our colored pictures,
Even though my eyes only sees the shades of gray.

I love where your seed planted itself,
In the bottom of my spine,
In the crevice of my tailbone,.
There you are wrapped up
In wrinkled Christmas wrapping
And lay there,
Waiting for Christmas morning.

I love how your ribbons are
Buried
In the marrow of my bones.
I unconsciously carry you,
Or do you carry me?

I love it when I don’t think about you,
Because you still grow.
When I neglect you, you still love.
And when I lose you
You will always find me.

You are the reason for my numbness,
But you are the only thing I can feel.

I love how we can dance now.
I carry you in heavy arms and
Deep pliés.
My leg is yours,
As well as my ribcage
And my lungs.

I wish you took my heart.
Take my heart,
Because you have it now.

I love that you are the lyrics inside my song,
The piercing through my skin,
And the star inside my apple.


You are my wallpaper.
I fall asleep with you next to me
Every night
And I dream inside our photos.
I love it how you take me to the past,
Even though the past is bittersweet.



I love you.

Happiness

This is a love poem to Happiness,
Because dear Happiness,
I love you.

I love the way you make me feel
When you look my way,
Unleashing the cage of butterflies
And giving reason to my smile,
Because dear Happiness,
I don’t need a better reason to smile
Than you.

Those nights,
Dear Happiness,
Those nights when you find me alone,
You take me to my albums of photos,
My piles of memories,
And my clips of art,
All created by you.

And I owe you.
You gave me my birth name.
You gave me my eyes
My mouth
And my toes.
You even gave me my crooked nose
Which I do thank you for
Because without it I would not be able to smell you in spring
And have you turn it red in winter.

Happiness,
I love finding you under some old socks,
Or in my locker.
I love it when you are in kitchen
I love it when you are
Snuggled in the corner fireplace
Spitting out warm embers around me
Keeping me safe.

I love seeing you next to
A coffee stained mug
And an empty gallon of milk.

I love it when you come out of my speakers
Grabbing me lower back
Taking up my right arm
Teaching me the right steps to take.
I love the freedom you give to my body.

And what I do not do out of my love
I do out of you.
I do it all
Out of happiness.

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