County highway H,
Trailer parks,  motel signs and
your perfect blue eyes

your books were boring
and your music was boring
and your words were boring
(if you ever had anything to say)
but those lips
and those eyes
they were enough
because, what are humans?
why, we're
nothing more than parasites.
shallow and vapid
always looking for
validation
(much like a parking ticket)
I couldn't care less about the
endless dribble you called conversation
I'd part your lips with my fingers
(Who has time for talking anyways)
I liked the way you did your hair,
and the ways you'd slip into my thoughts periodically throughout the day
as if on a timer.
And if I cared enough,
I may come to find things
that I actually like about
you
but as I said
What are humans if not lust-driven parasites
living only to survive and conquer all?

Your words flow through me like
honey
A sweet, delicious
Discovery, like how I noticed
The way
You make my skin prickle
when you touch me
and the way you make my bones quiver
when you hold me,
you'd let me melt
into the warmth of
your skin
And drift through your veins
and
Serenade me with your
heartbeat
I'd shed and
be born again just to
feel your fingertips caress my
chin,
Throw me into the ocean and
Baptize away my
Loneliness.

and always know
that for you
I will remain,
eternally
and
infinitely,
in this place.

I don't ask for much
but for you to pull me back
when I near the edge