if you show me your wet mouth
if you open it and speak
if you plant a seedy doubt
in this heart so strangely weak
then your mouth shall be taken
by this tongue that forgives time
and your heart will awaken
and beating shall become mine
Tag: love
Vow
I have taken you these fifteen years hence
To be whatever it is we have here:
A lover, spouse, friend, brother, recompense –
To have and hold so infinitely near.
I have taken you when poor and when rich,
Revelled in your health and embraced you sick,
I’ve ignored your eye, unravelled each glitch,
I have brought you love and I made it stick.
From that September, to this day forward,
I’ve taken your better, suffered your worse,
I’ve fought against despair; I’ve been your ward
And trekked through many a wish and a curse.
I persist to offer this ruined heart,
‘Til death doth, consenting, force it to part.
Our first meeting
For you, heartbreaker, I bear no ill will,
I know somewhere in your heart, I rest still;
And though you left me, with sudden goodbye,
With no chance to embrace or a good cry,
These are moments you have snatched from my fate,
That leaves us torn but with no scope to hate.
I saw you and felt the touch you gave me,
Through askance eye you so questioned to see;
You stood so near and yet so very far;
I could not begin to know who you are.
I do not know if wounding me was meant,
I only took what you willingly sent.
If hurt was your intent, I shall receive;
But in what slight manner did I deceive?
To partake you so close yet so remote,
In my agony, did I feel you gloat?
Your soft hair I couldn’t run through my fingers;
Yet the brand of you terribly lingers!
For you, heartbreaker, I bear no ill will;
I know you sit somewhere and read this still.
Hearts Still Care 
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