James never used to write love poems. In the past two years he's started to, but, they're not strictly "love poems". I've noticed the most recent ones are love poems to sleep, and I sort of factor in. This sounds ungrateful, which I'm not. I love them. I love sleep, and I love his poems about sleep. He's very busy, and sleep is a pretty big part of the time we spend together, so, yeah, it makes sense.
He's writing currently 30 Poems in 30 Days. This is a sleep poem (the last 3 Brooklyn Tankas all involve a line about sleep).
This is one of my very favorites. But, so is this one.
I think this one is just about perfect.
And there's this one, which is a love poem, and it's also a poem about sleep.
Just like this is a post about James, but it's also a post about James writing about me.
*this photograph is of the books on James's side of the bed. He's a complicated person.