Wisdom, Defender

This poem has no rhyme and very little reason, but it's about someone very dear to me, and someone who inspires me to write about them even when it's the dead of night and I can barely keep awake.

Every single time, my breath hitches.

Beautiful.
And you say I am when I'm tired.
My eyes are sunken, there are rings of exhaustion, there's a lull in my speech.

There you are, your
breath words heart whispers
and I close these tired eyes.

There you are, your
lips hair gaze voice
and I lift my tired smile.

Did you know your name rolls from my mouth sweeter than anything I have tasted?
Sweeter and kinder, no matter what you say.

A last waking murmur, a first morning thought even with my
hoarse voice bleary vision tangled hair staggering gait aching limbs
yours, I will always be yours.

See I've cleaned out this corner of my beating blood organ just for you
the richest, ripest, reddest part, I recognise it from before
you might not, but that's to be expected.

And I recall sullen nights when I wasn't
alone unhappy downtrodden misfortunate alien
but there was a little hollow place and you filled it.

You didn't couldn't wouldn't know
but I loved you even then. Any news was bad news
'cause there was this little hollow place but my little hollow you couldn't fill it.

Once, a little lightning little song little touch and you were there
and then (nobody remembers) you were gone.

So forever and a day
I hoped a little hope and I dreamed a little dream
until again a little fire little sunlight little kiss and you were there
and then you stayed
not so little hollow not so unattainable.

I made you up a bed and I closed the blinds because
maybe you don't like a lot of distraction while you're working, and
maybe you don't like the world to see you're smiling
but I'm not the world
and you'll tell me when I'm distracting, right?

For now I get the corner with you,
it's so rich ripe red and it's becoming of you, you know
we can sit here for a long time, it doesn't bother me.

Whenever you want to leave I'll leave the space hollow like before
but a little filled with ghosts of you
'cause you like ghosting (I remember, maybe you don't)
and so you'll always have a little place in my little heart but
for now please sit with me.

Beautiful.