I love you like the rain trickling on the tin roof
Shallow comforted breaths
and the warmth the comes out from inside of me.
Bird with, clipped wings, you are my
one way ticket to some kind of hope
don’t care where we’re flying.
I love you like the chairs on my front porch
I love you like the sound of the crackling thunder and
when my hands start to fall heavy with what I’m reading
the tender way you let me sleep.