If you will permit me, please,
to share some wine and cheddar cheese,
let me meet your every need
and give myself upon my knees
This, for me, it is no game,
I give you all, no doubt or shame,
for I know for you, it is the same,
share with me your secret name.
A series of promises. I breathe them.
I will never leave you alone.I will always protect you, especially when you don’t need protecting. I will care. I will never forget my promises. I will never let you down again. I will be there when you’re ready, and even when you aren’t. I will be present.
All I am saying is this.
I will love you.
I’m so hungry I could eat a vagina.
It is a beautiful fight.
The punches are harsh, but they come few and far between, the rest are fluttering kisses on pale skin that has seen too much heartbreak and woe, and is more than ready for the next stage, for the horns to sound that battle has ceased, and the lion may lie with the lamb. She’s seen things, and so have I. Things that would drive a sane person mad, or a mad person sane. We’ve wept, and shouted, but those times don’t even make up 1% of the other times, the times where words have been whispered, where we’ve watched one another sleep, where we’ve laughed and talked for hours every day over an irritating connection. Where we get headaches on the same side at the same time, or that damn restless leg. The bumbershoots, they mean something, and we both have them. When she paints a puffin on her fingernail because I fucking love puffins. The secret words we share. The open heart beating bang bang bang like a knocking, because I know she’s in my ribcage, on the left, knocking to remind me she’s still there.
It is a beautiful fight, and one neither of us can give up.
I never wondered like I wonder now
How to explain magnificence
I’ve never been one to be lost for words
But trying to explain hair just can’t be done
I can speak on flow, and wild and lion
on reds and autumn joy
but full disclosure can never be reached
on just how there are a thousand explosions
in my veins.
Hey up, cocker,
A Warm, Northern Greeting,
appreciate the intake of breath
time stands still and worlds collide
while stardust swirls, my hands are tied
My tongue is worn, but never too worn for you,
drop the pitch, slow the breath
And hear the gasp as you listen intently
scared of spilling a drop.
nothing more than the expulsion of air,
but sweeter than symphonies,
roaring, tuning up,