I’m chronically in love with you.
” Every step you take, every move you make..”
Oh wait it’s all been done before?
Well this love hasn’t.
My love for you is a thumbprint.
My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.
No no not that it doesn’t exist!
It’s sporange ( look it up- I did)
My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)
It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.
Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.
I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.
I will love you after I sag and before I rot
I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.
It’s all been done before?
Yep. again and again and again.
Forever. Foralways. For me.
Be careful with me
I have a heart that knows no limits
A soul that will search for embers in every cavity of you
Long after the fire dies out.
Because it has already begun
That gentle drum
Louder and faster
Until it hums and I float mid-air
Waiting for your nectar.
Don’t play with light
If you can’t take the glare.
Careful lover. Careful.
I have a bellyful of you but I still want more.
Is not a casual fling.
Not for me.
I’ll make you see. I will make you love me.
I want the bones of you.
The sleepy iridescent pools of blue
The moving tides of your beautiful blood.
The bad. The good,
I want the unfurling, uncurling length and breadth of you.
I will make you love me.
This heat of mine can’t help but yearn.
It will singe the sockets and pockets of your soul.
I’m more than whore. Isn’t everyone?
You already like me a little.
You’ve already given an inch ..inches.
But in a while .. I’ll get the mile.
Did you notice when it finally quit?
Even just a little bit?
You must have felt a chill?
Maybe you were lighter around the shoulders
Springier of step?
When my love for you finally lapsed.
I know I felt lighter but no chill for me.
The heat I emitted was finally free.
To light my soul and eyes again
To stop its searching for an uninhabitable den.
Those months of wasted yearning
Those endless nights of fuel-less burning
Are over now. I will disarm
My love for you
Will no longer keep you warm.
What is a biscuit made, without you to taste it?
Sheets changed without you to loll in their fresh glory?
What is a dance in the kitchen
Without you to tease me.. please me.
A walk in the woods
How is it made good?
Tell me this. Tell me more.
I beg. I implore.
I cannot see the point without you.
Lots of dark clouds. No blue.
But sometimes when I stop and taste the soup
Smell the candle burning
I stop yearning.
Just promise me you won’t be cruel
When the time comes to sever these threads
You won’t turn us to shreds.
I look at your face as I lie on your chest
And hope for the best.
But I’ve done this before
And the cut was pure gore, sore.
Please. Please. No more.
So be gentle as you are now
When you lick my leg
Make me beg.
Promise that when you no longer long for this touch
That when I don’t mean much
Just promise you’ll be kind.
And I promise I won’t linger
I won’t be a loser
If I have proper closure.
I forgot to say I love you
Forgot to show you the true blood that runs in these veins.
I omitted to kiss you
My hands hovered close to your back but never made contact.
There was a wall you see?
Between you and me
All the bricks are made of things unsaid and over said
Dig. Dig. Dig.
We built that wall.Made its foundation.
But not side by side
We dug at each other.
The dirt spreading out around us.
When did you move to the other side?
I wish memories were paintings that I could hang on this wall
Then maybe it would fall and so would we.
Back when touching you was as easy as the breeze.
Back to when you were on your knees
But so was I.
And we stared at the sky instead of the stone.
When I didn’t feel alone.
Let’s put away our spades
Let’s stop our excavation
Because all we’ll find are bones
And they’re best left to the soil
Not for us to toil