Inevitable

The weight of what this is
And isn't presses
Me into you and leaves a permanent
Mark, the shape of me, which in turn
Leaves a permanent mark, the shape of you
In me, anew,
Every single moment.

Weather vain

I always think I know
Which way the wind blows until
I don't. Which
Is more often than not, and even if 
I do, you change direction
And laugh at me as I sit
And think I thought
I knew.

A sticky revelry

I bought a bag of oranges
For you today, as if I could make them into juice
In the morning
While you roused yourself, mussed
And groggy (as I imagine it)
And I, a hopeless early riser, would sit
By your sleepy side
And smooth your hair with sticky fingers
And pull you from your dutiful,
Do-it-for-everyone-else of a 
Slumber life into
My separate
Bright, bittersweet-like-citrus
Side.

Too

Three words, nine months later, like a
Distant pregnancy birthing this
Shadow of a thing in our minds
But a scythe of a thing in
"Reality;" 

What is that?
This? What are they
But three words blowing
On a windy office breeze,
Rustling papers slightly
Requiring a bit of tamping
So that the numbers
Don't go amiss.

Even though we know
Under the tamping
Blows a rageful bliss that is just
Beneath our fingertips
And clothes
And the words express it all
Despite our best intentions.

I love you.
(Too.)

Addict.

I am famous
For making a decision like
"I don't want to be married anymore;"
Or, "I will not ever do this thing again."

Once the thought is in
My mind, it is never to escape again
And those who had encouraged it are shocked to find
After they open their eyes
Post-blink, 
I've done it. For good.

The times intertwined we were
Blind, and lost to the "thing" much larger
Than we, we swam upstream
Not to get away but
To keep our heads above the lovely, welcoming waters
That beckoned and promised a reprieve
From whatever it was -- "life" -- 
We had hissed and spit through before
Because there was water, love, salvation
Everywhere,
But we were naught to drink and so
We sipped. One gulp here and there but then
Parched, tried to run away. 

That doesn't work.
Collapse is sure to follow
And who catches us?
We do. That's all. No-
One else even no-
Tices that we need to be 
Caught.
Inside.
Me.
You.
And me.
And you

Undid my "no" for the first time in my life.
And you I cannot shake, nor do I want to, and you
Undo my morality
And my explanations for the things
That would otherwise keep me far from you.

So what, my love, do we do?
Go. No don't. Just stay. But don't. Do either. 
Just be
(With me.)

Unavailable

"Ignore him.
Guys love it when you are unavailable."

Then, I'd say, guys should
Learn celibacy. Because a relationship
Requires availability
And honesty
As far as I understand them.

Then again I'm not in one.
So perhaps I'm the wrong sort to weigh in.