My Bloody Pump

Squeeze it...

When you aren't in my line of sight
I really don't see at all
When I can't hear your voice
Sound has no meaning
When I can't feel your touch
What's the point of worthless perception?
When you aren't on my mind
What good are my thoughts?
When our lips aren't in soft embrace
What else can my mouth do?
Uselessly try to tell you everything
That I fail to do every day?
What good is my life
If it isn't shared with you?
What good are my feelings
If none of them involve you?
Without you, my existence
Is all there is, no feeling whatsoever,
Without you...I am a mannequin with
Absolutely no awareness, no feelings,
Don't walk away from me, I'm not telling you
I'm begging you, I need you, please, I love you
And that's part of the gift, you let me feel, you
Are my keeper, my heart, my soul, my one, my
Only, only you, forever, I can't stress enough that
Without you, I wouldn't want anyone else, I wouldn't
Even try, your elegance and grace is unparalleled,
There is no other, we fit so well, we make the picture
Together, a two-piece puzzle in a world of millions, scattered
Haphazardly on an old coffee table, virtually no chance we'd
Meet, I can feel the connection, the pulsating rhythm where
We meld, and it grows, thump, thump, thump...it beats, and it
Grows, swells, and we'll never stop it, I want to be enveloped eternally
In those irony strings, that wrap around use a beat profusely with the
Bloody scent of true love, it's the only thing I want, to become We, to be Us,
So tell me, what good is this blood pump, if it doesn't beat for you...

Author's Note

The picture is of my girlfriend...I wrote it for her...