Your love is choking me,
I can barely breath.

Your fingernails are like daggers and I'm the bull's eye.

But you're playing with your aim,
hitting everything but the target,
allowing me to just barely drink air.

But the air I'm breathing is poisoned.
Poisoned by the stench of your ability to take
what you want and regurgitate the rest so ****
quickly that the only stable thing is my love, for you.

The way you murmur poetry in my ear, filling my mind
with colors I never knew were real.

Etching yourself into my crevices with melodic music
that makes me sway like a violinist and her bow.

Seeping carefully into my veins, as your frothy waves turn
into still oceans, lulling me carefully to sleep.

And I remember all over again why my heart turns vibrato.