new poem

[theragtagpoet]

you ask me how i love you

and the shades flick behind your lips

like hungry ghosts.

my kiss isn't an answer so much

as preamble.

i run my fingers over familiar you

we speak in the language of memories,

texture and taste.

we listen with the quiet intuition of destiny.

you never accept less than my absolute self

and that is...

amazing to me.

i struggle with

Comments

[redchickpoet]

Aw, baby! That is so beautiful and personal. I love it. Thank you!

[greycrayons]

parts of this remind me of the movie Fall. I can hear him reading it from the the line "hoping that someday" on down to the end. Very romantic, yo. God I love the performances in that movie.