the rattling rage has kept me up for
for eons now
full up on tentative, loving
touches
after being unleashed
from his cage
in my chest

complacence comes
in the form of an
out-of-tune again
family of chords on a ukulele
strumming around
the concept of
shimmering, splendid
salvation

isolation is splendor,
a benevolent exhale
but you,
you are a slow waltz,
an even slower smile


I never stopped
loving you, and
you know it