Unreciprocated; it's
understandable the
kiss aches most of
the time. She loves
me, she loves me
not. She loves me,
she loves me ***
she ought

too.

sometimes I feel like
the ball she drags on
the chain of 'love.'

she chose this for a
higher purpose. in the
name of love. the ground
is a dusty place and life
can contain nothing else
if the soul is never watered.

perhaps I should just ask
her if she wants me to go
home? that's the air oil
water that is pulsing me
nervous through my
luminous blue. I'm
glowing in
confusion.

*always.