...(How can I begin?)...
Shall I tell you how your voice revives my pulse
From my morning strolls
in the gaping dawns of hell?
Shall I reveal to you how often your kisses
Disarm my pretensions of indifference
and willingness to face the afternoons?
In the evenings,
More telling than charts of mutual growth,
More pointed in nakedness than fashion statements,
We plant roots into each other's savvy sadness
And graft the most riotous blossoms
from this soiled yet magnificent match...
My beloved sneaks past my thorny self
To nonchalantly display a cascade of shooting stars
from a canker of sores...
My beloved stretches past my cantankerous guard
To unlock towering gates
of my most all-consuming fears...
My beloved refuses to be admonished.
I try to arm wrestle you to the mental mat
And even then you refuse to be swayed
by the perfect logic of pointless reason.
I post a NO TRESPASSING sign...
...and all the while the muzzled dogs of my ambivalence
Bark lazily
...as half-heartedly
I allow you to nuzzle my soul awake,
Until unexpectedly my bed bursts forth
With licorice and flowers.
I love you
not
For what you have made me,
but
For how you have reawakened
My innocence which I had abandoned,
Immobilized...
Mortified...
Hidden behind staunchly iron gates,
...with tenderness you cleansed
