The fact is
my love is an impossible task
like a half-assed look or glance.
Oh this must of meant
I wasn’t all that interested,
when in fact, my attention is yours.
Of course, I’ll do whatever
whenever I am forced
even if that meant
I’d have to use a pair of sterile hands
to crawl on the muddied floor.
Come super close,
if you want me still,
I can exclusively promise
to be exclusively yours.
Let my words draw you in
or so someone asks
how do I feel truthfully about you?
Contrary to love’s romantic theory
there is something about
having love to be earned.
A lifetime of carrying
all your devotion around.
Perhaps this unplanned encounter
is the divine intervention
all the prayers are about.
Bless us father
for the sin is equally ours
on this, our late night hour.
