When people speak of love, they speak of it as if it is not the wolf
underneath the bed -- the nights greying dawn holds naught against
the candle of obsession,
it flickers in its presence which consumes all thought and rationale.
The waltz I follow to avoid feeling its sharp pelt beneath my hands
where lampposts flicker at my steps - they burn out at yours.
The fireworks of lightning that hold the sky and your red dripping from above,
cascade to this solid ground - I'm unable to look at my hands
for fear they will reach to touch you. The window we've diverged on
obscures me from vision, to where I am but a voice without human reason.
Do you continue looking for a monster in others when I am
beneath the same light as you? This headache of mine
will not go until your coldness soothes this empty house.
Do you trust me to stay by your side like a dog, one that will not leave
until kicked into the street? Will you take the knife
and gut the deer that stalks its hunter? My chest burns at the mention of you
just as a heart set fire from inside, I feel the fangs sink deeper into
minds flesh -- gripped until torn and frayed and fear exists nevermore.
The feeling will destroy me whole - the sun will come down
and you will be asleep as I stay underneath the mirror, where alighting
passions were once cherished. How so calm the moon remains,
the horrible fur has wrapped me so completely, betraying myself beneath your bed.
To underscore the writing of your name, the letters writ
silently and raked in troves of loves once uttered
in harsher names.
I wish to lay my lips upon you, tenfold for
each tear.
The sun has risen brighter, and will fall
on both of us. When it wakes,
I hope to find it gentle on your skin
and highlighting the mess of hair,
I hope
to kiss the lines across your face
a bridge to a beautiful mind
and trace
the beating of your heart. I hope - I know
that I should always remain
alongside the rise and fall of your chest.
The gift of writing, the expletive
I hope to fill, all of the minutes apart
between every road and hill and town hall an intricate
weave of words like fine threads, golden and warm
like your embrace I hope to feel.
The need to pull you close to me, to hold
and remain by your side, close and always
To give oath and let rest, to keep safe in
the face of anxious worry
I wish to do all manner for you, to know
that I am always etched in minds heart
And to inform
you are rooted the same in mine,
all nerves and synapses to wrap around this
Heart of mine. What I wouldn't do
to make you happy,
To know that life will turn out okay
and in patience, I'll wait for you.
Darling, my dear, every depth of feeling
I have for you.
I want to admire you as when I had first
laid thought on you,
to worship
the fine details of your captivating beauty,
a whisper between love letters of kisses.
What I wouldn't let you know,
what I wouldn't give to express my love
a wonder it is that you love me too.