Poor,yours and defined

I want to meet you over heartbreaks

When your eyes will caress the purple rings under mine,

I want to meet you across closed doors

When we just have memories spilled across the sides,  

I want to meet you over your crumbling years

We won't have our passionate denials,

I want to meet you over some  infidelities

I will dissolve myself in contained deities with my religion traversed.

I want to meet you over fun, frolic and picnics 

I can be wary of your eyes following  me in weightless love

I want to meet you in insomnia 

In silent darkness, on a pink bedspread, in timeless connival of moist cocoa butter

seething restless on my misty skin

I want to meet you when you walk away

When I go prophetic to deny my blinding fears

I want to meet you in a cemetery, exhausted over bodiless souls

Who knows, you may descend to the memoirs on the pungent smell

You may return to the madness of love and life 

I want to meet you in hospital beds

My last wounds will birth you in healing. 

I want to meet at the church then 

To belong and to be your bride. 

Dressed in all that finery of convictions 

Rich, poor, yours and defined.