Grind (Poem)

If these feelings,

this whole love,

had a sound...

Love,

this crazy love,

this love that loves like forgiveness.

Mmmm, this love,

my darling,

this sweet second line soul sort of love.

And you and I,

these mellifluous hearts,

join in rapture,

a melody,

we play.

And I thought my blue butterfly might fly away from me,

as I tenacious,

marked time and tears on doorsteps and windowsills.

Playing make believe,

as a heart was pulled out through cracking ribs,

and lungs filled with pneumonic distress,

an organ,

suffocating,

if not to breathe the air of you.

But you caught my breath,

gifted me your own.

You filled my lungs with love.

And undeniably,

there has never been a shade so full of cerulean blue.

For there is no vastness to circumscribe the great extent,

the immeasurable latitude with which I love you.

No place in time or space compatible with my atoms,

but you.

Because there is no country,

lover,

or loyalty,

that makes of this vagabond a home like you.

No treasure made in marble,

gold,

or shining gem,

than I would rather hoard than you.

No thought,

no deed,

no act,

no performance,

more treasured than this song and dance with you.

I want to fuck the very fact you exist,

and grind my love,

like grain,

to nourish your desire.

I want to run my hands over all the colors of your vitality,

and masturbate to the memories.

To push off from somewhere behind your lips,

and lose myself inside yourself,

this blessed flesh,

until you seize me,

confine me,

to the amnesty,

the emancipation,

of your body's cage.

We breathe in the same expanse,

and you are the moon of my world,

a shared breath,

like the aroma of life,

and dirt,

and southern rain.

So let us amalgamate,

meld,

and mingle;

fingers,

thighs,

let your thoughts and wishes grind with mine.

And when I need a salve,

I will guzzle the sweat from off your beautiful body and sip the illumination of your intellect, and see my form mirrored in the ocean of your eyes.

As your lips and hands beat love,

like truth, onto my pale body,

your passion marking me a bruise of love,

this embrace my heart makes at the sight of you,

without doubt.

Oh take it off,

undress,

my love,

to expose this true love,

to make love to a soul mate,

to fuck the celestial body like stars,

like etching out poems in blood till i cum,

in this place and point where seraphic bodies meet and match in our own space and time.

Because I love you more than madly,

more than mad love,

more than manic pixie dreams.

And I'll wrap my thighs around your galaxies,

until your words are mounted,

like your tongue on my honeyed centers,

and I will bathe,

your mermaid,

in the sea of your vibrations,

these currents,

this deep love,

like fluid poetry.

Because if our love had a melody,

this would be that sound,

and oh, my darling,

do we play it.

bvk. 2021.