—and thank goodness

How many inches have I grown since I met you?

I’ve expanded at the hips and the heart.

I’ve let go of my demons, and invited new ones.

But do you know what love is?

Can you calculate the formula without mathematics?

It is not the size of his cock or his lies.

It is not you, falling victim to yourself.

It is not me pretending that I am who I say I am.

It is me sharing the core of you and the core of me with the core of we.

But do you know what love is?

It isn’t fucking or fighting or fucking after fighting.

It ain’t you looking good,

and him telling so.

It is not the toothpaste in the sink or the broken fingers

It is everything you are willing to let go, to make room…

There will be traditions.

you’ll forget some 

and cherish others.

You will love the scent of his breath 

and the stink of his feet.

It will remind you of decay, 

and you will spiral into death anxiety and calm it with your wedding song.

No amount of deafening traffic at midnight could wake us up after we fall into each other.

Downtown from our window is a celebration,

birthday candles on the horizon.

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