With no true way
of ever really knowing
I was coming for you.
Say inside of an hour,
we’d be negotiating both sides
of a plan to please each of us.
Both roles would have to have
clearly defined rules.
This precious plan of ours
was different than all the rest.
With no true way
of ever really knowing
I was coming for you.
On knees to broken palms
I laid out the plan
before your handsome eyes
had a chance otherwise.
It was there to be judged
either you’d agree
or turn me away
with that hand of disapproval,
asking me,
come back when you’ve perfected the plan.
Waiting,
counting the petals on stems
“she loves me”
“she loves me not.”
there must of been
a thousand flowers on the ground.
You turned to face me,
asking,
‘when do we begin?’
With an over exaggerated trounce
I pulled you to the ground
and I whispered
for the first real time
as we laid in the mud.
The first real time I know
because your legs twisted around mine,
both of us lying there
entwined and fused as one,
‘we start now.’
In hushed very quiet sentences
we spoke this soliloquy that promised
both sides would get everything
ever wished or dreamt of.
For hours we negotiated
discussing all the intricate intimacies
how they were to be played.
Wrapped up in every syllable
the girl opened up a different side,
this night,
she cured everything
that had been in my life.
Able to walk now
I stretched her hands over mine,
up and over the moon
her ribcage was finally able to breathe.
The mood was infectious,
and just as she’d cured everything
she injected her serum into my veins.
She warned I’d now be addicted.
The street exchange
always searching for a fix.
I told her that
I’d crawl the streets
in order to get her drug
inside my life.
In some prophetic way
those words meant more to her
than the drug dealing image itself.
Just as we stopped negotiating,
she asked,
“what if things change between us?”
I reminded her
our plan was ever changing
like some fully living breathing animal,
that if we change
so too do the words
written in our Precious plan.
