Friend Zones and Should-Not-Haves
Your vernacular is particular
the way your adjectives adjacent
to their nouns perpetuate a
perplexion in your fair complexion
that made my bleeding heart
beat beats of choruses sung
by far flung angels with pearl
skin as sleek and intoxicating
as your smile
Your humor, an amalgamation of many
differentiating languages (not least
of all sarcasm) in which you are
fluent and your impersonations of
accents that trip
off your tongue along with your freckles
offer enticing adorations to compliment
completely your laughter.
Your intelligence is instrumental
in enticing an edict of ecstasy out of my
blood pumping organ. My every
cell jumping joyous out of jargon about
abysmal topics on botanicals and oceanographic
research. Seldom had I sought
a sexuality about fish but I’m swimming
in the vastness that is your mind.
In your body from bottom to bosom
I collided forceful into thoughtlessness.
As each ardent argument leading
to separation led to copulation, and we
continued unabashedly tip toeing away
till I tripped and fell to kiss your
everything to end endless streams
of strenuous tears. I was lost to urge
whenever I breathed in your chaos.
In your lies you snaked me in wrapping
rattled tail around restful arms. Telling me
to save you, salvation I could not provide.
Truth be told, bitch, belief was broken,
my worship of you whipped. A zealotry
given way to real-world sense. A chasm
formed and I on the other side free
of your violent emotional speeches. But,
when it was good, it was grand yet I was
thankful to graduate eventually from
the school of your seductive tortures.