your constraint only shows when smiling.
the wrinkles behind your eyes are more constant than most,
but i think my thumbs can make them feel better at least.
your jaw is sturdy/set/stubborn,
and i wouldn’t have it any other way,
but your formidability is a shadow that follows you,
shrouded underneath your sign,
your eyes are too kind.
i’m just a set of chimes hanging off your shoulders,
too often wind can’t make a difference with the ground
but together you and i create tornadoes.
together we could change the formation of boulders,
quieter than dynamite,
a burst of hushed breath from soft lips.
your label is overrated.
even covered in the land,
even dusty with labor,
you are nothing but perfect.