I am dying to love you
for you I cut off all my hair
for you, my picture
my shallow artery (outcry)
my shadow
my face in the window
on the beach
I blush eternally
I die
and begin again
not quite a phoenix
but the pigeon who longs
to coo
to coo
to coo
lay prostrate at your hesitant toes
I want to feel your sweeping desperation
I want to live your point of elevation
I breathe to be your everything
your lice
your lollipop
your paintbrush
your chicken pox
My Muse! you are a gorgeous God!
Flames run at your finger tips
Bright spirit bursting from your lips
your eyes are blind to my approach
But still I come
I do.
Your scent
your waves that drive me here
I die.
I die.
I'm incomplete
without your breath to fill me
I am famished
pale without your flush
without your silence
prone to nothing
Never speak my dear
of rage
Or better yet, do!
I'd love to know that secret passion that rumbles on inside you.
And as you are the object of my obsession
my bleeding and bitter point of infection
I traded you
I did today
my soul cannot afford this death
Before the bedpost and the wall
I dreamt of you
But nevermore
I begged my god to trade my passion
for a human punctuality
This way I did not miss my train.
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