i don’t really write love poems.
i’m not longing for long gone passion
or throbbing in my lusty loins.
not in particular.
and i hope my heart
never skips a beat,
cause that shit sounds
downright dangerous to me.
i don’t need to be completed
‘cause i’m feeling wholly whole
with all my parts screwed on tight.
and let me keep my breath,
lord have mercy.
i’m using it.