i collapse

when across a crowded void
her hand unexpectedly, 
softly,
purposefully
touches my cheek.
and she frowns a little as if to say
i will
see this through.

in moments she is universal, and
i cannot hide,
like a man
longingly
looking at the stars.

we got rid of our couch, you know.
we had to.
it's a long story and not our fault (entirely)
and now we sit in these chairs, separated
by a book case
where our couch used to be 

she

a book case

and i.

it's not so bad, you know, i mean, we'll get another couch.
we'll probably get one tonight.
our friend is selling one and it won't be so bad
it's basically the same, actually
but for now
there is the bookcase.

she

a book case

and i.

(no. you can't make journal entires into poems nobody wants to read that!)

so
i think, well,
i don't know exactly where they came from,
but
our loves has roots.
they have quickly dug deep,
through the murkiness of the earth,
the darkness below ground
the roaring, quaking, gushing
silence.

they have latched upon something, i think,
they must have, right!
our love is, i mean, it's turbulent! we didn't plan this.
it shakes things and things we don't expect go
flying into the distance they
crash into our neighbors houses they
are throw up into the atmosphere and
i guess
the earth rotates
and they fall somewhere else
i don't know how it works exactly!
thing there! turbulence! thing gone!
all i have
are guesses. 

our love stays, though.
through the roaring silence
and the unbearable storms
it clings deeply.
i don't know where they came from or
how.
we didn't plan this.
our love has roots. 

well?
i love you so boring.
that is, i mean,
my love for you is boring. wait i mean,
my love for you loves you boring(ly).
it seizes upon inconsequentiality,
it grasps and rises in the banal like
a swimmer
its heart beats fastest in
calm
waters.

i melt.
you are sitting on my couch without makeup
you are picking clothes off the floor
you are washing each dish so
carefully
and humming.
you are paying bills you are yawning.

i am coming home to you today and
tomorrow forever in perpetuity until ours lives end,
undramatically. 

i guess, you know, i guess i
never saw it happening (this way).
not
like this.
it's so boring it's so terrible it's so
good
to come home to you. 

WELL
comes now here an adventure;
i taste a salty breeze, i smell
a golden sun, my feet move of
their own accord. i and you are ready
for anything.

not blindly, cautiously,
we go.