Now I’ve started something I cannot stop
And if we’re being honest here
I want to spend summers in your eyes
And winters in your arms
Fireplace freckles and faded flings
Flimsy fingers fit in the frame
I’m always looking at your hands
Where have they touched?
Waiting for you to break my heart
Crush me till one of us drops dead
Spoiler alert: I love you
I know you but I don’t know my place
Always jealous,
That never changes-
You:
A minimalist with love
Timelines and corners
Finite feelings never faltering
Me:
The excess incarnate
The grandiose amplification of your hand in mine
Sporadic scribbles in the snow
Heart cliches boom in my chest
Kiss me call me
Can’t she smell the expiration date?
We lie on the floor next to the broken clocks
I figure-
If we can’t see it then it’s not real
Truly time skeptics but with you
Bad puns are like the bible
I’m saying this lightly but know you are the weight in my bones
The dream in my head
The direction of my feet
You see,
I am the poet
You are the poem
Hands shake in the line breaks
I feel you in the words but it’s never enough
Push me away with prose and I’ll call it poetry
Doesn’t my almost convince you?
I’ll go back to bed and put on that Marvin Gaye
always asking myself- what’s going on?
Translation: you are the love song on this album
I will replay that night until the record scratches
One question on my lips-
Can I write a novel about you? I swallow
And it burns as we go down