You, on repeat.

Repetition scares me irrationally
but I have found that I could
get used to you, the same way
the sun has gotten used to
caressing the sky from dawn to
dusk with deep blue calm and
fire-red passion and should you
crash into me like an angry lightning
bolt, I will make myself into a
generator and watch you penetrate
me in a way that lights up whole
cities, and should you fall onto
me like a careful raindrop on a paved
street, I will turn myself into
a field and absorb you whole
and grow acres of beauty
in your name.

And you can tell the whole world
you’ve melted stone with your
bare hands, baby

and you can tell them to
watch it leak out of me just
for you.