“I love you”

Although I knew it was coming

Hard and fast

It still hit me

With the pounding resonance of a skipping stone across silent waters

And

If the butterflies could sting with quill tips

And flood my belly with honey lava

The blue butane flame could tear through my veins

And pink my cheeks

And burst my pupils into fireflies of

Chords in Major 7 painted out on nylon strings

You swelled me tight with buttered scotch

And spiced cider

And told me straight

I would taste the notes of those

Three intoxicating words

Every single moment of

Every single day

For the rest of

Our Life