Final Boarding Call To Relax Poem by Joshua Mccoy

I tried to count number of ways I love you with the stars in the dark blue sky
But I ran out of stars.

I love you with every fiber of
My being,
Soul,
And one hundred and seventy-seven thick wool sweaters.

I crave to rub your silky smooth skin with every part of me
Until friction becomes as intense as molten magma

Why does a release hurt anyway?
Good or bad
Happy or sad
I am a better man
Because I let go
Yet it still…hurts
Ahhh! ! ! !
Pain
Pain go away
Come again another day
Like foggy rain
That tragically causes car crashes

My brain hurts but this
But this
Is freehand
Don’t like randomness?
Go join a marching band.

A love here
A love there
Happiness in lust
With mayonnaise everywhere

Fight and play
Then wrestle all day
In a layer of heat
Two conjoined bodies lay

Whatever comes out
Slowly goes back in
Taking more time in delay
Rocking the boat heavily begins

Alarm goes off ignored
Sunlight peeps in from an open window
As zippers pull themselves up
A second meeting becomes irrelevant