All day, I turned you over
in my mind.
Consulted my essence
and found nothing wanting.
Eight hours,
full to bursting -
but telling myself
"don't get hooked".
You, being the truest of men,
have cut me to the marrow.
Where, transparent in your presence,
all pretension expires.
All day,
I felt your sapphires upon me.
Eyes sent to watch over,
and guard every move.
I said this wasn't gonna be
a Greek tragedy.
No sit-com of labours
or dramatic show.
Your voice
turned every little red fibre
of my central nervous system
to trembling coral.
Underwater, captured in the swell
I'm breathing you again.
As though I were born to it,
and have lived every moment
with you... with you...
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 9:35 AM UTC
All day, I turned you over
in my mind.
Consulted my essence
and found nothing wanting.
Eight hours,
full to bursting -
but telling myself
"don't get hooked".
You, being the truest of men,
have cut me to the marrow.
Where, transparent in your presence,
all pretension expires.
All day,
I felt your sapphires upon me.
Eyes sent to watch over,
and guard every move.
I said this wasn't gonna be
a Greek tragedy.
No sit-com of labours
or dramatic show.
Your voice
turned every little red fibre
of my central nervous system
to trembling coral.
Underwater, captured in the swell
I'm breathing you again.
As though I were born to it,
and have lived every moment
with you... with you...
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