My Cliche Love Poem Poem by danielle loven

Even the rain knows you are beautiful
and comes here for you to watch,
throwing itself towards hell for you.

Our steps are cleansed,
& our spirits renewed,
Falling from the gentle, slaughtering mist
towards the meadow roads.....
which we dread.

Birds find the sky,
& flee.
it has become Dismal, threatening
& lost......

earth also mourns,
this moment,
from the dread we have caused
vulnerability allures you

What is breath,
& trust...?

what is this distance,
when you
are the horizon,
- This soft distance of rain,
this wind,
and where it is from.

You are more tender than God,
unless God is tender through you,
with the deft, incredible language
of your fingers, your kiss
& the wisdom of
your mouth &
your tongue.

In the morning after,
the sun & I will roar
& Cry our love for you

still,
rising....

& the air, I am sure
will sing with you

you are full,
giving all songs...
and therefore all songs,
are us.

There is light, failing...
a field,
hidden, where light is.

& the river, ripping past graves,
& the worn stone...

the morning imparts a sustenance to them.

Noon causes dimness,

still,
where you held my hand,
& held me.

-The great antidote is air,
& the finishing sunlight,
consuming us...
full of a new, incredible flesh...