I am not the first person you've loved. You are not the first person I've looked at, with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips of more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced, in the middle of the night. Our love came when we'd given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of this miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms will bandage & we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. & I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it's still hard to let me see you, in all your cracked perfection, but please know; whether it's the days you burn brighter than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I will love you when you are still a day. I will love you when you are a hurricane. -Clementine Von Radics