Can I dabble in you?
Stick my spoon in and sift through the liquids of your soul?
Your cauldron will bubble
Skin, nails, stubble.
I will scoop at the good bits make them float to the top
But just as you boil over
I will stop.
Simmer. Simmer. Simmer.
You know I go witch way.
That the follicles of your heart
Are mine to control
Along with your soul
And every other inch.
Pinch. Pinch. Pinch.
A bit of this and that
Added to the mix
Stirring you up
You’re froth. Broth.
Moth to my flame.
Bubble. Bubble. Pop.
This thing we have?
I’ve learned never to ask
“What are we”?
The truth is:
A little something in the evening
A soft hand on a hard place
A gentle caress of the face
Going nowhere. Nowhere to go.
This time I’m ok with that.
You don’t sing me songs, right any wrongs.
You just touch and go.
Ask me no questions
Tell me no lies
Our conversation is made up of sighs
We’re on loan. Not alone.
I don’t look for hidden gems
I don’t dig at your soul.
It is what it is.
A little something. For a little while.
Everything I did was for you, because of you
With you in mind.
Because of the possibility you might be kind.
Might want me again.
And I couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read without your heavy head on my shoulder
And I fought this terrible love
This one-sided thing
While you swayed and danced in the breeze
I was under heavy soil. Out of sun.
But those tears I shed found their way back in
and cracked my sad shell.
And now I am beanstalk and my head is in the clouds
And you are the old cow sold for magic beans.
Can I be a warm balmy evening?
Can I be fresh citrus light?
Can I coat you in apple blossoms
Taste your cherry flavored gum
Just for fun?
Can I breathe out desire and soak in stress
Make life seem less…. just less.
Can my soft skin tip yours so that goosebumps hold you close
Can I be the mosquito that sucks your blood
Both annoying and good
Scratch. Scratch me.
Let me in
Under your skin
All over your mouth.
Let me linger on your fingers
Loll on your nose
In quiet repose.
I can be in all of your senses
All of your dreams
Just wish it so. Wish it true.
So I can be all of those things for you.
My fermenting thoughts, turned you to wine.
Better than grape but not as sweet
Warbling like a stream through my pretty veins
Making me babble like a brook
Black lips, giving you away.
Giving me away.
And though I swirl you about my mouth
I never spit you out.
I will follow you like a whimper
Soft and sad. Slobbering on your shoulder.
You hate the way my nostrils flare
The way my face puffs when I cry
I’m a useless jelly
A wobbling mass
“Silly Billy.Silly Billy.”
You say it with no hint of light
No glint of love.
You have nothing else to say.
And I have nowhere else to go.
I’m on a rampage of your soul
I want it all.
Every sliver and quiver of its ethereal light.
If I breathe deeply enough I can swallow it whole
Capture it in the dungeons of my own.
Is it too much to ask that you let me be host?
To that which you cling onto the most?