love
Loving You Is Pulling The Elastic Bands Back Until It Smacks One Of Us In The Face
Most days I feel that feeling
usually in the morning
when I feel the fall
but I don’t quite fall
and I rise back up
loving you is when the rubber ball bounces back in to a childs hand
that ever faithful sense of relief
it came back
and it always came back
The bus reached it’s destination and it set out to make its journey all over again
It was supposed to be me and you against the world
But it was me and you against each other
loving you is pulling the elastic bands back
and back
and back
until it smacks one of us in the face
We are the russian roulette of lust
and I wasn’t to about to hold the blame for that bullet
my murder, I wrote
have you ever gotten warm and wet from a name?
when even the colour and curvature makes your thirst just so fucking tangible
when you want to pick apart each letter and twist and bend
the perfect wholeness
and gulp it down
Your name rings inside me
It chimes and it bellows and it rises from the pit of my stomach
and it stops me no matter day or night
Usually, in the morning
I think about how I think you always knew you held the power
and I am not weak
I never will be
but tell me how can anybody not surrender to the feeling of pure ecstasy
Am I weak for surrendering to your consuming of me?
Or powerful for finding somebody to whom I let hold it all so perfectly.
Our love is a continuum
like the passing of the buses
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Written by Beth Davenport
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