Feelings

I love you because you don’t run
when the scars are revealed.
When I talk about monsters
you look me in the eyes.

I stare into the sun,
Forever blinded by the light
of her burning clutches.
I'm not putting up a fight.

Take me out.
I got my hands tied in your embraces.
My defense
is down.

I dropped my guns,
and came back to you. Now
I see that you're my drug.
I'm strung out for your love.

Light my fire in the storms.
I'm sending you a message in a bottle,
hoping it finds you in due time.
There's a diamond inside I'd like you to keep warm.

We have exhausted the finite lover's lexicon,
to be expected of two poets.
Sighs, songs, and poster board hearts.
I wrote you poems- all midsummer night long.

You grab me by the soul,
and keep pulling me closer.
Your verse was God's message
to my folded fingers.

I feel it in the strokes
that defy my memories to hope.
Touch me.
It is the only sense I feel anymore.

Everything becomes so vivid.
The music simmers slow.
It feels like it's be years already,
just imagine getting old.