love is a soot-coated dove
Oh, they ask me about “pure love”,
But I’m a soot-covered dove,
A bird born in ashes.
.
I think:
I want to hold you close like a heartbeat,
I want to decipher the morse code of your gasps,
I want to trace the braille of your scars ad stretchmarks,
-I want to learn your language.
Though my feet are time bombs,
& They start ticking when I start standing still,
Cut the red wire and I’m a romantic for hire.
Fumble buttons and 4am pillow tussles, listening close for your truth
~
They say:
I want to hold you close like a heartbeat,
I want to feel the pulse of your veins,
If I give you my fear, will your love remain?
If I give my fear, love, will you remain?
But my feet are time bombs,
They start ticking when I stand still,
Cut the blue wire, and I am afire
Frantic freeway and 4am gas stations, screaming my truth to better learn my lesson
