Two days
could be
the difference
between sterility
and an eternity
well spent.
We could live
or we could
sit together
backs turned
plotting out
an exact course.
–
I want to get lost
with you, in you.
I want firsts not rehearsals,
clumsy conversations
awkward hands,
clothes that break away
like wrapping paper
at Christmas.
Leave out the punctuation,
the mind fuckery,
the lists of possible complications.
For once in your life
fail to be perfect.
–
I want a celebration
a communion,
a moment with you
which hasn’t been
set in stone,
ear-marked,
twisted like a strand of hair
around a school girl’s finger.
Leave your scent,
your fingerprints,
forget everything
but the exclamation.
–
You are patient.
I am fire.
My freedom
cannot be exchanged
for ambiguity,
for a 100 gallant promises
repeatedly broken.
If you would have me
then you’ve only
to speak the words
loud enough
that I can hear them.
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