From L to Z

[lsm]

two large mugs
represent our history.
etched glass is you
cold ceramic is me

visceral;
i want you to grasp me
ungently by the arms
and pull our lips together.

we all want
some one to want
and someone to want what we want
and someone to want us

the conflict of my sincerity
is no exception.

i want you to know
that i sit here
night after night,
sipping black coffee in bed,
and trying to pretend
that you never mattered
as much as i know you did.

did i ever let on
how you shaped me with your touch;
swallowed me with your love;
turned poems about nature
into poems about your love.

the kindness in your touch
is unmitigated by my hunger
but burns so hot with love
that i cannot swallow it whole.

devour me.

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