I think I've finally composed you,
cause you tend to be mine to create.
I may have walked out of a book
but you walked out of my imagination
and I mold the thoughts I don't like
on sight
In this event,
tell me you understand my uncertainty.
You're a little hard to believe.
So I end up begging you to leave while simultaneously gripping your shirt,
pulling you closer and then shaking my head when you try to kiss me.
I'm drowning in my own contradictions
and I catch you giving me mouth to mouth,
slipping breaths into my lungs that expand with your consistency,
stay with me
because
in the sea of my own indecision,
you're the only thing keeping me afloat.
You're my lifesaver
and something of a myth.
Don't be afraid to be human with me,
Don't be afraid to be a god.
We'll switch entities.
We bonded both under and over the sky.
All moonlit and sunglazed, star dazed and cloud ready.
I'm pretty sure most couples have song.
4-minute melodious, lyrical combination that is all-encompassing of how they feel;
Ours is the sky.
How greatly we must feel then....
I think I've finally joined us.
Framed us in incongruent sentences that only we would understand
Like foot prints and doors,
Rings and power inducing "nows",
the ones we've given up and the ones I hate losing.
Respectively
Are the things that happen frequently,
like our souls entangled further than we can ever manage to get our bodies.
Poetry and sing-song.
You teach me new dialect.
Comprised of when you flick your tongue
or when it simply remains still,
and you just look at me....
Not that look of want, desire nor lust,
the one you give me when I catch you marveling.
It's when you make me feel beautiful, sexy and powerful.
It's the colors that paint your face when you smile.
The ballads that out pour from your eyes,
you speak verse like it's your native tongue,
and your tongue...
When we kiss,
I feel the sign language of love being pressed against my cheeks,
the mysteries of ancient Nubian hieroglyphics etched into the roof of my mouth,
WHERE did you learn how to do that?
P.S. I swear you're the prettiest poem I've ever written
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