Him Poem by Butch Decatoria

I can't believe how much I love him

don't stop these spells of static stirrings
won't wash it away, like sleep
in my succinct showers
(rightly, comely in my hand)

And still I absorb
the absolute-arrangements of him,
the bear-bulk hulk of him

still I swoon,
aroused with naive-named niceties
ceremonial dreams of touchable torches...
And I am overcome,
by flagrant fuels, a-flow
ever the more juvenile
for who am I / to have
the grand spectacles of him...?

I can't imagine why I love him so
can't begin to convince or list it
don't keep this leaping lush of laden love
ungoverned / inside...
I won't ignore it
I can not hide
I want to tell him
like laughter spreads its joy
he's a riddle to be reveled in.
Want to know the questions,
his face being the answer I want to see...

It is he that silences
the noise of me,

it is he that revises
the mistakes of me,

it is he that spends
the worth of me,

it is he that lifts up
the truth of me

I can't believe
I can't begin

how much I am
in love with him...