I sit in a coffee shop
pump pump pump
goes my chest
pump pump pump
goes my diaphragm
pump pump pump
goes these hiccups
pump pump pump
it's rhythmic and
pump pump pump
obtrusive.
2. I lay in bed
pump pump pump
unconscious, unresponsive.
pump pump pump
A stranger presses two
pump pump pump
metal paddles to my chest.
pump pump pump
It's rhythmic and
pump pump pump
obtrusive and
pump pump pump
temporary.

we had a lot to talk about we had a lot to touch about but i could not let you near me
there was a softness in your eyes there was a tenderness that brought out every ounce of moisture in my bones yes i mean there and here too

and when you tell me of grand plans i believe them
and when you take me back to that time i am already there
rhyming and writing and reiterating lullabies once video taped for you as gifts
i ask simple questions to keep my heart in check i feel each pump      pump      pump
you make it pump pump pump pump pump faster pump when you talk of connections and histories and weather in small feely towns that i have slowly attempted to archive

you say: we have been together for forever
you say: i never want us to not love each other
say never want us to be without another
never felt this love with someone other
love sick drawn red crayon waxy imagery
i drip drip like a faucet starts then running
from leaks to waterfalls
i talked about the pools you created but never the oceans
but ******* you create OCEANS
and when i lick my lips i can still taste your emotions
so i walk around tracing circles with my tongue making sure your sweat is not gone
making sure your taste is not gone
and you said you never want to break up again
and i begin to contemplate words like never and forever and again again again

i keep you here, mr. love sick.
feeling each feverish pump you create.