Poetry: An open letter to my future wife

My Iris flies on the backbone of serenity
freeing poems from themselves while allowing
mortals to cast shadows on the sun

I feel like a god manifesting impossibilities for fun:
presently standing beneath, around, above, and in love—
radiating as if we not a choice

Gods and Poems are the same because they are all you
So before you reincarnate me as soil
know that with you—my Iris—I am immortal