Delusion Dysphoria

this is love

walking - fitting the hearts in our hansd

silence with the waves

crashes, omens of ups and highs

calls of downs and lows

and downs and lows...

funny how I hear our song

in the claps of the waves

our love is

sleeping - screwing and drilling our love

in the hide of our passions

and listen to the sweet music

we made

though we stumble and fall

deeper and lower than we hope -

a mishap, a misspoken word,

a mistaken gaze -

you correct me in pain for pleasure

rub me like a cello

lap me like a popsicle

and let me melt

in the embrace of your lips

till all that is left

is a puddle of me

waiting to be moulded by

your touch

your love is

breaking down and

building back

lofty towers and

barren wastelands

wading through the forest and

coming out into the beach

darkness then light

gentle but harsh

brute and blunt but

softer than snow

perfectly balanced

symmetrically beautiful:

you

this is love, darling,

this must be love.

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First published in Outland Magazine.