I have an aching
That you fulfill
It’s a complicated case
Of finding love in a
Fun house mirror
Impervious appeal
A solid space
Scaffolding we build
Chuck the
Rickety steps aside
Foundations of
Tiers unlike tears
With a lovely
Darkness inviting
Balance on a beam of
Feedback sliding
Can I call you
My love huntsman
As I watch the
Eclipse of your eyes
Thou artful smiles
Thy spherical disguise
In a
Punch pink
Bubblegum rouge
I part the fringe
Of your youth
And all our innocence
Lands on top of
Here where I have learned
Of certain things
Especially that I
Am an expert on
What is good
And nostalgia is
Our food
What if instead of just reading
You actually wrote
On my skin
Like a tattoo
With your finger
Or your heart
Or just a pen
© GÄ
Poétique 