sweep me
off my feet
but don’t come flying in
on your highest of horses
expecting me
to be kissing yours.
you think
connection
is yours to take?
sing me love songs
but if your intention
is sour
then do not waste my time
with smelly words.
sweep me
off my feet
but don’t come flying in
on your highest of horses
expecting me
to be kissing yours.
you think
connection
is yours to take?
sing me love songs
but if your intention
is sour
then do not waste my time
with smelly words.
struck by your soft touch
railed by your eyes
caressed by your sweet lips brushing on mine
plump and juicy like a ripe fig
enamored by your nectar
glamoured in your light
awakened in the dead of night
clawing and gasping for air to fill my lungs
and make me new again
falling in love with strangers who became friends
I don’t know the difference between love and appreciation
I really think they’re one in the same
there’s so much potential in meeting new people
now that I think about it
I might be in love with potential
well nevertheless
here I am
standing bare and exposed in front of you
what’s more naked than putting your heart on the line?
tired
the kind that seems impossible to crawl out of
i’m laying beneath layers of soil and skin
i seem to be moving
but my insides are in deep slumber
anchored in my weight
how can i describe defeat to you?
look clearly at my face and tell me what you see
eyes hanging low like the branches of an old tree
creases in places i’d rather be hiding in
my cheeks have lost their supple color
but my bones stay sharp in stature
continuing my pursuit in pushing this boulder up every day
just to watch it tumble every night
hoping to learn something new each time it falls