Rusted Love

As hard as I seriously do try, I can’t read your mind. I can’t know what you’re thinking when I send you that message. Somehow I always assume the worst with you, I assume you don’t want to be talking to me right now and you have so much you’d rather be doing. I don’t know if you smile or sigh when you see my name pop up. I really don’t know anything about you, do I?

Somehow, in spite of all I’ve just said, when we kiss every doubt in my mind will disappear and I feel one with you.

I’ve written this little poem that I’d like you to hear.

A kiss

Your lips

My hands

Your hips

Our lips raw with lust

I give you everything I have

Our love left to rust

You offer me what was left of you

We’re still so young

What has this become

The feel of your tongue

Makes me succumb

Our bodies spilled together

Immediate and forever

But still after all this

I don’t know you any better