Truly beautiful. I can't even describe how it flows: this is too perfect.

Keep writing. You have an incredible talent.

V.

Two words: absolutely beautiful. I can't find anything else to say.

What a beautiful piece - it's so personal, and the way you write is absolutely stunning. There is something that seems to make this poem very "you", yet easily identifiable for the reader also.

I absolutely adore it. I agree with the others, I love:

"And I stumbled down love.
the vertigo of a grand staircase
carpeting each twist."

"And I stumbled down love,", is such a well described relatable way to phrase the feeling. I like how you set up the scene, and keep it lightly sprinkled with details, and yet open enough that it is more than individually identifiable. I also like the emphasis on the emotional temperature of how the situation feels. "until we are drowning-in a culture all our own.", really creates the connection well, and gives the reader a specific view of the relationship between the participants. Very well written. Vivid scene.

A wonderful and eloquent piece that spirals higher and higher into beauty, like that grand staircase. Simply wonderful.

You have a talent for creating some of the most beautiful and intriguing images I've ever come across..
"And I stumbled down love,
the vertigo of a grand staircase
carpeting each twist."
I love this stanza. That is such a fantastic metaphor.

This is a masterpiece. It flows so easily and it's just so eloquently and beautifully written. The use of repetition is perfect, and it adds so much to the piece. This is truly amazing.

Wow, this entire piece blew me away.

"And I stumbled down love,
the vertigo of a grand staircase
carpeting each twist."

I love that verse, so full of imagery, in fact it may be my favorite metaphor for falling in love.

“I’m a writer--
don’t hang up,” I said.
He laughed. “I’m a pianist.
We’re even.”

I love how the piece is so solid and beautiful, yet you still took time out to add a bit of humor. Very well done.

"We had a garden
in the bathroom,
watered by shower steam.
Snapdragons drank the warmth
like slow-brewed tea
and stretched tendrils to the tile,
seeking the source of such heat"

I want to frame that stanza as an example of what good poetry is, this is going to my favorites list. :)