Green are the eyes cast back at me
like ones in my reflection,
around the center.
Brunette is the hair I grasp
just as before,
but not any as soft,
nor any I palm and lift with her head
As I do,
a smile so contagious
comes across your face,
and a farce remains on mine
until you break me
With those eyes
and that hair
and that smile,
I’m sorry if I approached you like a wave –
crashing at your feet as you stared beyond me.
All I wanted as I reached at your skin
was to feel you want me around you again.
But that’s not what worked and I aimed to drown.
I pushed and pulled and you’re sinking down.
You got stuck in my tide with the changing day,
that’s what we get, for I’m a tidal wave.
If we rush in, call me the greatest fool. Are those wise men in love at all? Do they know what it’s like volunteering to drive through the night just to catch the morning light in your eyes?
If I’ve learned anything in my life it’s that love is utterly irrational.
Love left me terrified, dumbfounded, hysterical, completely incapacitated, and the happiest I have ever been.
Am I such a fool to love? No. I would be such a fool to have lost you.