i am the chink in
my own armor,
never quite able to
tamp down that flowering
and burning love
and if you were
to ask nicely enough,
that gap would become
a doorway just for you
i would paint that
old wooden door in
your favorite color and
leave a spare key
under the mat
because i desire you,
so much that it hurts
sometimes, and not just
because i’m biting my tongue
to keep the flood back
because i desire you,
therefore you are immortal,
and you’ll live forever
in these words that i’ve scrawled
across the walls of my beating heart
and isn’t that a beautiful thing,
that no distance,
no storms,
could ever be bigger
than the love i hold for you?