love story

in the morning, he swallowed the sunshine,
and lit up like a light
in the evening, he caught falling stars on his tongue,
and she feared they obstructed his sight,
because seven of every ten stars, she said,
got lost somewhere in his eyes
they shone every day, right into the next,
not even a frown could disguise

he ate soap and water for breakfast,
and rubbed oatmeal through his hair
he took deep breaths of fire,
and lit scented candles with air
she wondered about the sparkling stars
and where the other three were
on the day she found out they were kept in his heart,
he gave all three to her

in the morning, she folded her blanket
and arranged pillows on her bed
in the evening, she followed the stars in his eyes,
and held on to each word that he said
she ate oatmeal for breakfast,
ran soap and water through her hair
she breathed in the world around her,
for her heart, she hoped he would care

he wasn’t what she had expected,
his methods were none like she knew,
but on the first day that she met him,
she said, “I’d give up my old ways for you”