Syrup

Cute little poem

I tend to loose myself in the present,

I loose myself in the moment, loosing the now, consuming me as the present does.

as myself lives in between rumination and posterity,

though when my life shifts into your chest,

suddenly all I am is present.

The haven upon us dangled beams of light, tempting my inadequacy.

Love wed in the open air, dancing shoes and debonair,

for bones are rearranged, and circles are engaged,

shifting my life into your chest,

because all I did was dissociate when addressed.

But mainly,

but particularly,

the contents of my gut leaving blood upon your hands,

heart shaped stains, I hope.

You have control and I don’t care,

I hold the actuator and you love me.

You still love me.

So as I were to run away with saccharine,

syrup leaking from my smile,

I let the cavity dig deep,

dancing amongst is dirt and grime.

Though when I woke up,

all I saw was you,

and so I swallowed my comfort.

as you straightened my spine.

So please, shower with flowers, and I will swim in the petals,

We both can pick the thorns out our backs as we bathe.