it’s ok
to write mindless words
about a cool beautiful morn
where the sun shines red
as a spotlight through thin hearts

it’s ok
to not crush our love in jealousy
beneath the ever-present me
but to sing songs of simplicity
and watch our cats just be

it’s ok
if these phrases are understood
and not so brick wall enigmatic;
to let go of the black thematic
that has become so automatic

it’s ok
for silence to be filled with
a trinity of holy syllables –
i love you
i’m happy

it’s ok
in the quiet of emerging day
to believe for a moment
that we are beautiful
and sit in the warmth of this truth
it’s ok