If I had to use the word belonging,
I’d rather say belonging with than belonging to,
it makes love sound so much more like a home, don’t you think?
it makes this sound like something shared, or that if
we get caught outside beneath heavy clouds
at least we will get drenched together.
so when I say, whispering into your neck,
I knew all along you were mine, I’m saying
I still don’t know.
I’m saying my doubt comes in shudders and in terrifying storms
but then I perceive the curve of your mouth and the lines of your hands
intersecting with mine, and I think
I still don’t know anything.
I’m saying all I know is that the hammer in my heart when my eyes
meet yours is an unfathomable but unmistakable journey into a knowledge
that as much as you have gifted yourself as mine
I have been yours,
I am yours,
I will be yours,
I am saying, here, at the crest of our connecting fingertips,
our roof keeps out the rain.