Head over Heart

Head over Heart

 

With you, I was tall, dark and strikingly handsome

In my round pot belly, average height and chubby physique

 

You would press your breasts against my chest and look slightly up into my eyes

And make me promise never to let you go. For to you, I was a cherished prize

 

With you, I was funny. And also very smart

Full of hearty laughter, making me solve questions you sometimes already answered

 

With you, I was strong in muscles and fantastic beneath the sheets

And random thoughts of you made my blood rush with fervid heat

 

With you I was a man; a teen and a little boy.

Caring, loving and mature, sometimes irrational and outright silly

 

I was also a saint with you, my many imperfections utterly unnoticed

Never tiring to make peace, most times soothing irrational anger

 

You knew how to make my heart rejoice

When dinner came with your special shredded beef sauce

 

And embraced the smell of my morning breath,

As Dusk, the aroma of the Night Queen’s scent

 

I’m not the same without you- I understand this statement better

But the after taste of this revelation is so awfully bitter

 

Yet I turned around and walked out of your life,

With my skin torn away by will and logic, my own surgical knives

 

I screamed, in tears and ineffable pain, drops of which I now consider vain

For how can man be complete without skin? A thought revisited over and over again

 

One birthday has passed and with it, 86 Fridays apart

And not a day has gone by without a craving for your luscious lobster tart

 

The ways we would lock in passionate embrace,

The sound of that click so loud upon first gaze

 

With you I was in love. With you, I was surely loved.

Without you, my heart remains empty, yet exceedingly heavy

 

In the days to come, I may be locked onto another

Yet, the sound of our click will resonate forever

 

Much louder than that of any other

Shattering the silent cradle of our gentle earth mother



6 thoughts on “Head over Heart” by Kay (@Kay)

  1. Love is ready to overlook the imperfections, sad that little things make us let go of love.
    Keep writing, Kay. Well done. $ß.

  2. not bad…welldone

  3. The rhymes are dope.

  4. I feel you,man.

  5. Many thanks guys. @Bubbllinna, I’ve grown to understand that love alone is not enough for marriage. Yet it is said that love endures all things. It may not have been love we shared then, but I’m certain that I’ve never felt anything closer. @LeroyA, its nice to know u feel me. Again, many thanks guys.

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