The world just seems
to be a prettier place
when we’re here
in love.
We seem to sing
just a little louder
a little longer
inside our thoughts.
That is until,
the strict machine
rushes in
and starts the control.
I guess
some would say
the playful play
of certain words
mixed in with
electrical objects
fun takes on
a whole new meaning.
The girl and her corset
pulled tightly of course
it’s getting harder and harder
to breathe.
She’s in love
for the first real time
having identified
her thorn
and forbidden words.
Probably tonight,
but who really knows
when she’ll decide
to offer up
her delicate wrists.
The hungry thirsting,
I swear,
with one hand on the Bible
I promise
to obey every written word
here in our contract.
It’s always been
to pray
here alongside her,
my one true love
my beloved reminder
I was put here
to fall
and kiss her feet.
Nevermind,
all the others
who want
I was told
she’s the calm
warming all our souls.
I know it’s she
who holds
all my tomorrows
forever more
and on and on
I’m stuck here
writing poems
strictly for her.
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