Did you know the Poets of old
believed their rhymes held the secrets
of Divine Balance in the Universe?
Do not get lost in that celestial sea.
Please, do not tell me our love
is like the glow of some eternal moon;
a cold, hard, rock light years from here
where we lay in the summer grass together,
with the crickets.
And do not compare
what we feel for each other
to infernos or licking candles or lighters,
flicked and sparkling in an alley of night;
But let the embers from our campfire smoke and smolder,
burning our marshmallows black.
Do not abandon the whole of me
for my lips so sweet and slow,
or my cool eyes, untouched skin,
a deep whisper in your ear.
My hair smells like discount shampoo, not roses or strawberries;
and my curves are shy, but proud.
I need only to lay
my palm to your chest
to know how heavy your heart beats -
how unsteady and uncontrolled.
Mine: all the heavier when your hand lays there.
Here. Everywhere.
Save your sunsets and your butterflies
for some other girl who needs more
than the existence of you
to entertain her.
To be honest, your poetry is awful.
Can I read some other tale to you tonight?
Do not promise me forever,
enternity, soulmates, destiny.
Can’t we just enjoy today, as if
that’s all we have.
I’ll leave all the happy endings for the movies,
if I can learn how to live in a world so real - with you
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