dear [ ]:
I like how You want to But we have
I.
I like how you
taste in my mouth
dance on my heart
gnaw at my veins
nip at my fears
I like the way
you crave me
like sea salt but
push me away
like a painful
memory at night
I like the way
we are not what
they say but we
are who we want
to be. the space
between waves.
I like running
with [ ] toward
the edge of a cliff
unfiltered and un-
punctuated to test
this truth.
I like you with me
compelling analogies
of its complicated to
infinite possibilities
to lower fragile shields
laid bare.
I like how you
give and you take
away my crowded
expectations like life
to porcelain lips and
oxygen to my fire.
II.
You want to touch a
hypothetical temple
mid sentence with
your prickly dandelion
tongue moving up or
down between flow
and time zones of
comfort.
You want to swallow
my bittersweet blush
with the wet residue of
bent fingers dripping
emotions refractive to
attraction and chaos
hushes blushes flushes
safe?
You want to make me
forget my dialect of
defects and forgive
pointed heart beats
let dendrites bloom
intentionally reluctant
but rising after each
dream
You want [ ] to
love
[ ] [again] with the
same electricity and
the soft vibrant colors
that burned [ ]
before
i held your hand as if
to drain it of sorrow.
III.
But we have become
broken and heavy. the
sheets are wet with
bits of us coiled in
softly spoken words,
light and love
But we have become
frayed at the edges to
the point where [ ]
nerve endings are
protruding from [ ]
important parts.
But we have become
everything and nothing
engaged in something
somewhere, some[ ]
else not quite right, yet
a symphony of past tenses.
Love,
JANEisnotplain completed 7.15.12
