You were as discreet as I was sweet
A thimbleful of self-doubt
In a backdrop of half confessions
None of which resonated with you.
You didn’t absorb the way I did
Though I would have spent all day by your side and in your mind
Amidst your sheets, so heavenly
My missteps and pratfalls
Elevated by your hourly rebukes
I didn’t wrong you though neither did I impress nor digress
My heart was your pinàta
All the good stuffed inside
You must have burst it over a hundred times
I taped it so poorly
Knowing another shatter was inevitable
I brandished the rod
And readied it in your little palms
Wincing, I closed my eyes
Bracing for the welcome pain because it came, oh, it came so good
I’ve been discarded before
If it doesn’t concern you I should remove myself
Your dirty work is done
The blood is on my hands
My tent pitched in no mans land
Away from you but closer too
Face to face with your pulsing aorta
The ventricles amuse me
In your blood I want to stay
To take up residency and build my own community within
Nothing can stop your beauty from bombarding me
Like a plate of peeled potatoes
Welt inflicting if I don’t receive it right
I must take ease in everything you
For it all screams your name.
Hurled at me each step, every day
I am neither inside you nor am I dead and it all feels glorious
Waves, they waft and billow so
You’re locked inside. I won’t let go.
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