From the spoils of simply knowing,
love always,
conquers and rules the day.
Soon, I’ll have her
near my sensitive side.
Curled and cupped up close
against each and every day.
These are the stars
or lofty dreams
that I’ve talked about.
Such desires must live
alongside her eyes too.
And for the first real time
love actually has a chance
of coming to life again.
Like a true forever lover
I have prayed for the girl
to simply come again.
My mood has not changed
I want to take a chance.
Lying close again
with eyes up into eyes
this time, a true time
won’t count against us.
I understand you better.
I swear even if
I to convince you
all over again
to find love a thousand different ways
from here and forever
I haven’t been writing all these words
out of some convenient manner.
I just want to close my eyes
and know that in the morning
you’ll be there taking my wrist and arm.
Up underneath
these first big chance
I think of your heavy answers
down along some desolate road of love.
I swear I want to be dragged
to be picked up
and slapped with affection’s kiss
that kind of linking that
when others see it happening
they turn away.
Love a thousand ways
the wheels pour over both of us,
while putting our bodies
in compromising positions.
The torture lives
in equal parts
in both of us.
