Robbie Masso writes

I found it 

 

I found something

that I love

more

than

art.

I found it

as

we lay in bed

after making love.

I found it

as

your hand

and head

lay upon my chest.

I found it

as

I cried

into your neck

while you held me.

I found it

as

my life

was

ending.

I found it

as

you.