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potential energy
so i’ve got
two pages to
write this poem
and i got no
idea where to
start.
i feel like
once i find the perfect line
i’ll be able to
go on for hours
about the way
we can interact
and there’ll be
no way
the last two
pages of a
tattered notebook
will be able
to contain all
my joy
my excitement
my fear.
cuz it scares me
how all this has
happened for
everyone before
us and we’re
running to catch
up
but stumbling
tripping over each
other
and apologizing.
we’re trying so hard
to be fake
that our true selves
are showing through
just like everyone
else figured out years
ago.
and i can’t stop
marveling
at the strangeness
of the situation
if you’d told me
i’d be here,
remembering this
shit that really actually
happened,
six months ago
i’d have said
you were a fucking liar.
cuz it’s good
what we’ve got
going on
but still
i’m faced with a
brick wall
when we get to
the end
and we turn to
each other
and your body is
a loaded gun
a taught string pent up
with all this
potential energy
in your tensed muslces
and i can feel
you and your
wiry tendons and bones
contrasting with my
softness
and i can’t begin
to decipher the code
can’t start to
unravel the
mysteries of how
our separate bodies
can come together
and try to understand
each other.
i don’t get it
bodies fit together
somehow
it’s like a puzzle
and we gotta try
and slide the
right pieces together
til we find the
right fit.
my head under your
chin in the hollow
of your shoulder
pressed against your
chest where i can
feel your heartbeat
pounding that
hard cuz you’re afraid
of me
and all the shit i have
the potential to do
but i’m not the
type that’ll wreak
havoc
you just gotta figure
that out.
you just gotta figure
out how we fit
how the shapes of
two different entities
can fall into place
in a miracle of
physics
and biology
and i gotta figure out
how to wrap my arms
around you properly
and disconnect your
powerhouse
of constant energy
so you can just
be.
with me.