I Will Love You Into Oblivion

Bee butts, drive me nuts.

She has phases like the moon,

each wax and wane equally predictable.

I live by a lunar calendar.

City lights,

so unique.

sidewalks,

mostly the same.

I loved how the universe manifested itself as her. And for that brief moment in billions of years, I was there for it.

It's midnight. At midnight we do midnight type of shit.

Title: Love in the Time of Coronavirus

Medium: Digital Camera

Artist: Local Idiot

She says, I love you

but what she really says is,

"tell me you love me."

My silence

does not sit well with her

Like Eve of Eden

she suddenly becomes aware

of her own nakedness,

fashioning clothes out of bedsheets

pulling them towards herself

with a hint of disdain.

I don't blame her,

her reaction is justified.

I have been in her place before.

The flowers do listen, like butterfly kisses. Along the wispy road.

Their crowns to the air, those ne'er-do-wells. With colors brighty shown.

No petals are broken, no fragrance unspoken. Barefoot along the path.

They sip morning dew, in gowns with deep hues. Their toes along the bath.

Slowly they sway, the wind combs the days. Away with gentle brush.

Each one a sister, the truth they do whisper. But lower than a hush.

I suck at rhymes but here it is...

I don't know when, but at a later date.

There won't be any more cookies to bake.

No love to make,

No earth to quake,

No hands to shake,

And no lives to take.

When that day comes, I hope to find.

A larger species of Clementine?

Or many more words without a rhyme?

Or climb-ier vines,

Or softer crimes,

Or smellier pines,

With straighter lines.

But until then it's up to you,

To find many more lines that rhyme with blue.

Find prettier views,

Find me lefty-er shoes,

And truer trues that speak just for vous.

Ah! But here I am taking all the

S P A C E,

And haven't left you a chance to grace,

This page with words you want to create.

Careful now it's not a race.

There isn't any first to place,

Only yummier taste,

Only bass-ier bass,

Only ever yourself,

No rules to place.

But before I do,

I realize-es,

I've gone and wrote this on

Electronic devices!

I hope this version

Lives to suffice-es!

Or will it be gone and sacrifices?!

I should have taken other advices!

Been nice-ier nices!

Tried creamier ices!

Tried dating girls with a little more spices!

I only will love you - to the end of your lips.

And immediately stop - right after this kiss.