The segments that go into it
Are not smooth and full of aromatherapy
Like the combination.
But as soon as you dice and fold
It begins resembling it
And then you pour it onto a steaming,
And spell ti amo
Twirl me around your fork,
sing to me in that deep voice,
let another spoonful melt on your tongue
whisper felice when you finally are
I know it’s not enough to keep you warm, but maybe one day - if you ever break my heart, you can burn my love letters to you. No better place for mutilated love than a fireplace whose heat rivals that of the sun’s core. Turn my love into ashes, make it disappear.
you will, you will
I miss another date that consists of
Face-to-face interaction through a monitor that
Dulls the appearance of your cheeks and I can guess
How many days your stubble has been
Lying against your jawbone, but I can’t guess at
How your heart is beating right that second
Because I’m two hundred kilometers away
And you’d be covered in plaid pants and your face
Would be covered in sleepy eyes and the roughness
In your voice comes from staying up just to see my
Pale face flickered with yellow lamplight
And tonight I kept you waiting and your body
Sank into the heaviness that comes with late nights
And my heart grieved for missing those green eyes -
Even if it was only going to be a thin representation of
The way they light up when I’m tucked under your arm
But I’ll wait up tomorrow night or I’ll get up at six a.m.
As long as I get to hear the I love you
Instead of just remembering it
One of the most unsettling things is having a full heart and an empty bed.
So how about this: We stop talking
altogether, put a check mark in the
‘finished’ box and label this a win.
I mean it’s not like we’re going any
further with this thing. We are
stunted growers; we have hit our
relational glass ceiling.
Or how about this: We continue
on as if this will be good for us.
Because loneliness is bitter and
we don’t have to be ‘together’ to
pass sugar between our mouths.
We will sail as co-captains knowing,
at some point, one of us will jump
ship for a prettier vessel. It doesn’t
matter that it will leave the other
alone and shipwrecked.
But how about this: You realize that
the way you love me doesn’t come
around often and that you should
give up your pride and be with me
because it would make both of us
Length specifications on poetry has never been something I understood,
You don’t tell people how big they’re allowed to think
(Or how little).
You never tell a tree how deep to sink its roots,
It already knows what its supposed to be