Velvety soft and rich in color
they shiver ever so slightly
at your touch, they’ve unrolled
themselves for you
just look, won’t you?
there’s no need in
destroying their soft beauty.

There is something profound in the way that just a singular thought of you can take me to another place, another universe, another eternity. Here, there is no hate, no violence.
Here in this place, there is perfection and there is you.

Often, I cannot tell the difference.

You have a gravity about
you that I have not yet
become accustomed to.
I feel I will never become
accustomed to it, to you
or to the way you push
me in and pull me out,
the way your gravity
keeps me orbiting, just
within reach.

I still remember the taste of
orange fanta, sticky and sweet
on your lips.
It’s as nostalgic, as it is painful,
remembering you.
I swallow a bit easier, with each
coming sip.

It’s been days, weeks, months and an eternity since
I’ve done something useful with these hands.
I make no exaggeration, I’ve been stagnant for so long
now, no motivation, no drive, no power to turn over within myself.
I wish I could keep my spirits lifted on my own, so it wouldn’t
have to be your duty, love.
But every time I put my lips on yours and lay eyes on your face,
I remember what I was put on this earth for.
Only you can reignite the flam within me.
Only you can stir me.
Only you can make waves within me, love.

Speak in tongues,
wear only yellow from now on,
cover the street in paint,
lay naked on the lawn,
shout loudly in my ears,
pour out your soul,
roll around in all your fears,
help me lose control,
forget what I’ve become,
make me feel something, anything,
as now I am nothing
but numb.

“Love hurts”
“Love *****”
“I hate love”

That is not love, my dear.
It is but part of the journey in finding it.