Touching your warm skin,
buttercream.
Nestling arm over arm,
closeness dear.

No matter that we argued
whether I brought in the mail or not;
you need more than you acknowledge;
or staying home with the boys is more
important than getting to church on time.

You are my bridge to Other,
I am your human sounding board—
so much more than hollowed wall.

And we,
soft breaths on snow,
swirl round all truth
and find again
its name
is love.

Everything is taken
Possession is an illusion
Nothing is secret
"Sharing" it's called
Later, "compliments"
Yet no lovely vibes
Merely false flourishes to my ears
Their meaning temporary
Used for personal gain

let me guess we weren't the first
to sneak out here on our own
to "break the ice"
by raising skin to skin
and bone to bone

to tell all your good friends to leave us alone
when you know i'll tell you to leave me alone

god i always liked the flow that went
getting another life to swallow
without needing to pay rent

just another person to know we were just
other people to know

before figuring whether you were
the person to tell me when to come
or the one to tell me when to go

how do we know we know?
when i only try by saying
i'll try to know

but we look towards each other and
invite the other
to come and be the latest reach
for me to refer in relativity
all true all emotion
leech

and if we could just choose the things that run forever
then let it be the golden feeling i found
in the absence of sound

in the absence of speech

if skin was touch and touch was reach
and reach was sin and sin was breach

and if we pretend preach
could and would make it all better

then were you back here
when you finally got it together
put it all together

and when she tried to ask you to come back
why did you go ahead and get her

I promise to cherish you,
To treat you right,
To cherish your presence like it was your last gift to me,
To consider your feelings in everything I do,
To make you believe that you chose the right person to confide in.

Dear future love,
I will always try my best to be there when you need me the most,
I will be the light that brightens your days,
I will be that shoulder to cry on, on your rainy days,
I'll be that rare exotic black rose in your bouquet of pink roses;
I'll love you.

                                                        
                                                                ­                    Jonesy 2016 ©