I know your insides
Balmy blood, squishy organs
Thudding heart, expansive lungs
I run my fingertips lightly
...
My part-time husband
Has the bluest eyes
Their intensity envelopes me
Upon his arrival
...
Glassy eyes
Tightened face
Lips locked secure
Holding in your insides
...
Does He?
I do not deserve love
Says that voice
In my head
That tracks
Like a savant
Personal shortcomings
Selfish behaviors
Unkind moments
Childish fits
I could go on
For quite a while
But it only underscores
That I talk too much
I do deserve love
Says that voice
In my head
Barely audible
But still present
A list of attributes
Love-worthy
At least to some
I dare not list them
They are fragile
Comparatively
And to do so
Would be boastful
Another shortcoming
To add to the list
Do you think he senses
The fear inside?
Fervid clutches
Souls trade kisses
Bodies without boundaries
Moving in Trances
Godly connection
Existence blurs
Only we remain
Do you think he senses
The fear inside?
That one day
I will not deserve
His love
Does he?