a love poem's poem

i want to html you back in my life
copy and paste your ambiguous lines
make them adhere to my house wife fantasy
you and me on the road somewhere, on the nine train
local stops, kissing behind each subway stop
making love with our palms
singing songs with our top down
warm and fuzzies all around, dipping into each other's core
exploding thick lava in the form of a blanket
in the form of your body, in the form of that kiss
i want to keep it
save it
save as a word document, put it in my pictures folder
sink my teeth in your gut for awhile until it surpasses pain
the sting from my incision, the puncture of truth
i want to sink them till it tickles you
want to savor your taste, let it trinkle in my thoughts
marinate in my veins, circle your aura for a bit
let you dance on my clit, welcome your stain
want to be friends with trust, companion to lust
want to make tangible out of dust, bask in shine and fuss about
giggle
i want to giggle at your idiosyncracies
swivel
want to swivel in office chairs, pretend i'm on a swing
i want to fall from the tree and be okay
want to fall into you as if it were the only way
we'll sway on the rooftop while the moon and the sun are having a shift change
want to be your cane when you can no longer walk
your talk when your reflection is exhausted
your soul combusted



i just want to touch you again
that's all



impossible to be in love with a poet
too much, eh
such a price to pay
cause i'm gonna say it, inevitably you blow it
you'll dissapoint these words
you won't match these feelings
don't know why we expect you to
hope, i guess
hope that if we scream loud enough
write true enough
scratch hard enough
you won't act so tough
maybe you'll realize, you are exaclty enough
yet we're the tough ones, right marlow?
silly lady basco
getting all twisted
attaching love with cupid
turgid these fingers, dare to write such foolish intentions
turbid this wish
never in a poet's ribbon
the fortune cookie isn't for us
we wrote them
for other people's love harness
vicious
selfless


okay
that's cool
i write
you read
this is for you
to give to her
i'm just a travelling rhymer
that really pretty shoe
great girl
raddest chick
but it doesn't quite fit
never sticks


you and i archived
put us on an external hard drive

i know
it was special
i know
always always
miss you, too
go, it's cool
go dance on the strands of her hair
handle her with care
hold her face in your hands
i understand, you know i understand
i'll be writing somewhere
when the moon has a shift change with the sun
i'll be writing there
and you'll be with your one