Anatomy

Who could use words to describe you?

When I see you, when I think of you,

when the very idea of all that you are

seeps into my brain, my mouth ceases to work.

Everything that you consist of sits in my mind

as a series of flashes that are only connected

by the love I hold for you and when I try

to explain this love, this burning feeling

that laces every molecule within me,

these are the things I say:

You smell like morning dew after a long

night of violent storms, when I wake up

with bruises and you never went to sleep.

You sound like a clock and as each minutes passes

you edge closer to eruption, or maybe it's implosion,

but either way we both end up lacerated and a bit lonely.

You feel like a gentle breeze that I remember

from my childhood spent lakeside. A gust

that flipped and howled so suddenly I forget

to be afraid and laughed through the crying monsoon.

And your taste.

Oh, God how you taste.

Every time we kiss it's like biting into dark chocolate.

Bittersweet. Sweet to my tongue and bitter to my heart.

It's as if my body aches when our lips meet but the misery

is so addicting I refuse to contemplate letting go.

How perfect are we? Self destructive and empathetically in love.

I love this. I love you.

This is what you are.