GET HERE.

I love you
More than the frame
That holds the glass
And scans the world passed;
More than the cover
That keeps it from view
When it needs to be refused,

I love you
More than the womb
That generates the future
Which germinates within you;
More than its birth
That stretches the ends of others
Unable to melt a pot themselves,

I love you
More than the game
That arranges its orthodox
Angles for covering;
More than the patterns
This skeleton’s had
Scattered improperly over it,

I love you
More than the air
That carries the sounds
Of the morning to me;
More than the vacuum
That constrains all sense
Of others,

I love you
More than the atoms
That chatter and bear
The weight of my breath;
More than the flash
Of collision as whispers
Reach their destination.

I love you
More than the depth
And extent and quality
Of my pocket,
But less than the emptiness of it
That keeps me here in this room
With you.