Picture

He took a picture of me
as I crouched precariously close to a stream
or improbably pretty swamp
taking pictures of small frogs

and all I can figure
is that he finds me especially beautiful
when I forget myself and simply am myself
spreading my whims like wings

like how he smiled in the moonlight with the magick of myths and fairytales
the time I chased a prehistoric sized moth
across a parking lot and into the grass
dancing unabashedly through the spotlight of his headlights.

In Advance

I wish to give thanks in advance

For all the mornings I will awake by your side

Too tired to smile or otherwise display my joy

That you are not a dream and are in fact

Still here