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Love’s Damages
A Poem
I have a massive amount of love for you, dear Asha, so please come home and let me be with you.
You don’t owe me recompense for my desire, I’m not transactional, and even I think it’s funny how I would even think about baseball in a time like this.
My heart would jump a mountain if you would decide to be mine and only mine, but again you might think the idea waggish if not outrageous.
I only wish to participate in the feast of your body — not having it is punishment enough for my sins.
I just want to soar on that ecstatic cloud of which the poor sometimes catch a glimpse of, someplace high above the roof of their tiny residences.
It’s a voyage — the two of us together, and if I could impose upon you, I’m just curious where you find time to tan.
My parts sag — it’s all part of the process of getting older but somehow you get even more exotic with age.
I’m careful around you, I never wish for us to fight, enrage your dazzling eyes to the point where I feel like I don’t belong.
Those who can thread this needle are beyond me; I depend a certain amount on prayer over this ridiculous journey we’re both on, this dance perpetual between male and female.
