Week 55

I don't know what to feel about you.
When you are away,
I think about the lines on your face
And the stories that etched them there.

I think about how you hold me,
Look at me,
Devour me.
When I am with you,
I feel like a piece of candy,
An unwrapped truffle.
And so slowly do you undress me
With your eyes,
Your smile,
Your thoughts.
And suddenly there I am naked
And you want to see it all.
You ask me about myself
And I prefer not to say
But you know it all, already
In many ways.

I build a wall between me and you,
And you plant seeds around it.
It will be beautiful, you tell me,
And I wait for them to grow
To cover up the dark red bricks
That was laid the minute we said hello.
They will be beautiful,
Those lovely bursts of life
Around the stark coldness of
Steadfastness
And reality.