here's a thought

before she told me she loved me.

way before.

 

...like we're talking

back when jumping into a pool

of sweat

and poison

and wrestling with the mutated monsters i called comrades,

was s**t i was down with...

 

 

i would have socked her in the jaw for saying

"id wait all those years

completely

(and probably not)

a saint.

 

i would see you ever day

and push my self through the tiny tiny

microscopic fibers

of the glass between us.

so you could touch me

and so i could feel you.

 

because you beast

you horrible

vile

wonderful beast.

i love you."

 

and i stood, or was it sat?

but i was there my hands against her

hers wrapping my face.

shredding me of the iron.

and she kissed me.

 

it wasnt my usual kiss

the kisses i shared with.

whomever i f*****g wanted.

but this was the one she wanted.

 

and now she tells me again and again, i love you.

and now that the air is free.

and i can taste her, whenever i please.

not just in my dreams.

 

it didnt mean anything different.

it was the same as the first time.

except this time i say it (well whisper it)

back to her.

 

and she too cries.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Wow, a powerful, raw yet romantic poem from you! And very well it's done too .. you've been hiding your softer side under certain words and phrases, dear friend.

Love these lines: 'and i can taste her, whenever i please. not just in my dreams.
it didnt mean anything different. it was the same as the first time. except this time i say it (well whisper it) back to her. and she too cries.'

That 'too' says so much ..

More poems like this please, without losing your individual style