Strange Boy

Keep grabbing me.

Keep wanting me as though you are my lover.

For your mouth of water with your honeyed lips I can’t stop kissing.

Knowing that forever fears death, I will make time for you.

Your innocence knows no boundaries. You are my rabbit on the run.

A small bunny who just happened to cradle a lioness.

You’d never hurt me.

You know me.

You’d want me.

You’re strange.

But you’d want me.

I’d never hurt you.

I’ve known you.

I’d want you.

I’m strange.

But I’d want you.

Tell me you’d love me.

You, who would leave me unsatisfied.

Tell me you’d never leave me. That you’ll love me in both health and sickness.

Tell me do you?

I know you do, but do tell me you do love me this time; maybe next time….

Tell me you love me.

Make sure we never part….

Tell me you need me more than you think of other women.

My world in shambles; you think of me as a snob who will never hurt.

It’s funny how you’d think of me.

But I who have loved you will recover for you; will more as much rather bleed for you.

For I will love you forever.

This morose world where one cannot love as I and you will be without.

There is death to fear and that is my greatest passion. The fear of the unknown and the fear of leaving you.

It is this passion that arouses my instinct and strikes my heart to live.

Will you always be so passionate to me then? And would you really love me then as I; the same?

For things that aren’t odd have a love for things that are.

And to me you are very.

And I am very fond of you.

You do think of me that way.

You really do want me.

Just as much as I want you.

And you do keep me in your heart locked up in very tall mazes with your garden walls too high.

No love; no matter; we shouldn’t have to worry.

Strange boy.