poem for my ex |
She's sitting next to me now with those same wonderful eyes that light up whenever she laughs. I've waited for two years to hear that laugh again; for two years i've been trying to stop dreaming about her; I've been burning for her. For TWO SOLID YEARS I've been dying for her. Funny how I can still remember every square inch of her body-- I used to worship her body, my hands flying furtively from her tits to her hands to her face to her pussy as if in a split second she might turn into dust. I still remember her noises; I still remember how she moves her body, how she reaches out and pulls me when I thrust. I still remember how she comes. Last night in a dream I discovered that the universe is meaningless-- that it all happened by freak chance and will end the very same way. And I began crying violently at the thought but then she came in and she knew why I was crying and she was crying too and we tackled each other, kissing each other desperately, lovingly, as if in a split second we might turn into dust. But then I remembered it was just a dream and i asked her IS THIS JUST A DREAM? and she smiled and said YES-- she said she was merely a chemical reaction in my brain, a bi-product of thin sleep. When I woke up I masturbated so voraciously that by the time I came I had tears streaming down my cheeks. She's sitting next to me now and I want to run off with her and see the world; I wanna show her how beautiful she is; I wanna make all her dreams come true. Luckily, I still own the cute little freckle in the middle of her palm, and now she's given me a new one just above her breasts and I think I like that one better. But how do you tell her she has been the most important person in your life, has made the most impact, has taught you that life can be beautiful? Do you say I LOVE YOU? Maybe not. Maybe you just kiss the freckle on her palm instead. And the freckle on her tits too. Why say I LOVE YOU when you can prove it by simply sharing the moment with her?-- for in this moment there is no past; in this moment there is no future, there is only YOU and I. There is a man and a woman whose hearts are starting to beat a little harder, whose stomachs are starting to dance a little; there is only YOU and I and this moment. So I hold your chin in my hand like it's a precious jewel and I kiss you, making this moment beautiful. |