I feel for you fountains and dandelions.
I feel for you unicorns and red roses.
I feel for you like Cinderella and Beauty.
I want you like this was Disney Channel
but I want you without the hustle,
without the need to fight and hurt
and without the need to wait and grow.
I want you now like a hot mocha
coupled with a blueberry forest cake;
sweet and strong in my mouth.
I want not just to be held by you,
to be cuddled and embraced and maybe…
maybe even done to things.
Things that will make my toes curl with glee.
But I love God so honeymoon it shall wait.
I will think of you in all the wrong ways,
and pray to God to right my ways,
and these are my struggles in my want for you.
I have to constant, I mean constantly,
prevent me from admittedly admitting that
I love you
and not just with the love of Christ
but with a pinch of Eros.
Okay maybe a mountain,
like the salt dunes of San Francisco Bay.
I like how you make me giggle,
and when I see you my heart races
and a deep color rushed to settle on my cheeks.
I thought I was stronger than this,
‘Do not arouse or awake love until it so desires’?
One thing is certain though-
love, lust, infatuation, crush-
all are blind
and I had rather wake up from this state
than fall into foolishness and at last despair.
You know what?
This spoken poem annoys me.
Who are you that I should write about you?