It's been so long since I fell in love I'm afraid I don't have a heart It's been so long since I've written of a man like a work of art Wasn't I your ingenue? Your sweet treat angel muse You'd press your lips so hard upon my skin it'd leave a bruise My lover, I could sketch the angles of your face all day long and you could sing me a song, my Orpheus Throat coated in honey, put it under my tongue Hypnotize me till I'm helplessly sprung and strung along I can't recall I can't recall (the last time I fell in love) I wonder I wonder did I love you at all?
Press your fingertips upon my heart and leave a mark I'll heal within a month, forget we ever loved Did I love you at all? Does your heart bear the markings of a turbulent changeling, a lover worth singing of? Did I dream you up? A pathetic school girl's fantasy O my darling, draw me away
A musing on a past adolescent relationship with another poet. Quite romantic.