I want A Love Like

I want to love in a way that transcends
5 a.m. guilt. Whirs past rambunctious nights,
and doesn’t lean on broken hearts for
resurrection from dead hopes. That
chooses to keep open the lines
between what was and what might be.

I want to love savagely and devoid of damage-
Recognizing the inability of our tied fates to
Function without them suffocating one another
To pieces; succumbing to gory sores of
Lovers incapable of stitching us up.

Cold you love me the way thirst yearns water? A
Fresh touch to the senses that do not need
To leave a sigh, a sound, a touch, a look, a scent
To prove its real.

Could you love me, knowing I’m a masochist
For the type of love you give?
Anacelia

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s