the -ings and the -ly and the testing of me
my essence has always been
bump shock sting
filling in the c's
quickly
or all of the aboves
boldly
signing off freely
skimming over flaws in wordings
glancing past discrepancies
in relatings
reacting momentarily
then turning in
to later feel and deal with the errors from
never first digging in to the long haul we
not to distract from the fact
the ecstasy of discovering compatibilities
in hyper speed
attraction gravity.
loving dangerously and well,
irresponsibly
sometimes makes for a good ol tragic love story
so
now here's an intelligent girl examining
herself before me
not getting lost in the story
she turns the pages slowly
wetting her finger carefully
bookmarking
gathering and gauging feelings
breaking me down
subjecting me secondly
all the while
managing her own time wisely
graduating carefully
underlining lifelong qualities
all after her other regular busy things
selfishly overlapping harmony with disharmony
relying on the greater picture of things
but never meaning to disarm or harm me
this virtue of yours
is impressive
so i can only imagine your loyalty
in resting, found
after sanding at the surface,
80,
100,
120,
150,
180,
and finally
200 grit teeth
labor intensive
long suffering
but worth the while for me
right now
definitely
so now look at me
enduring paper cuts
affectionately
reading a page a night
then sleeping
because this subject of you
has me
breaking down
my usual incessantly streaming love screams
to itty bitty poems like these
trading the one stop uhaul for a monthly bus pass
and swapping
face to face daily dealings
with texting while walking in a dangerous traffic city
your class in these matters
i attend to willingly
your core
i am attempting
to lend myself
without obsessing
without crossing boundaries
without fucking up my credibility big time
Light stepping steps up&down again&again&again
Never has my patience in love and wondering been tested so well
previously
-written from a once college drop out
with a laptop, now working towards an MA Degree