I washed the truth about you down
the drain with my uneaten cereal.
I pretend not to know in order
to protect my own heart, but you
realize I am much wiser than that.
I am obsessed with your almond eyes,
caramel skin. I live more fully when
you are inside me. You hate to admit to
my desires, but it is but a hunger pain
for me , a 3am distraction from sleep.
What I really die each morning for is your
glowing heart that has swallowed me whole
and made me oblivious to your dirty, secret
jagged, crippling, self inflicted, destructive
behavior. You wash the truth down your
own clogging drains with scolding water.
I need you. That is a fact like the length
of the Mississippi river valley or the
amount of blood I would slowly drip out
my pores for you. I’ll make breakfast today
and we can calmly eat each other
before the dishes must be done.
