My Love is the Truest Love
A Poem
Sometimes I feel, dear Asha, like there’s a fence between us. But when we’re magical, it disappears, down deep into a gravel ditch where it belongs.
My ego can stun even the most lenient lover but believe me when I say I’m not playing the field, there’s you and only you.
It does fascinate you, to see me squirm, but I’d do anything for one of your special favors, even put your suntan lotion on (the brand you like of course).
I live in a studio apartment, what do you expect? I’m just a poor lover, someone who seeks your soft skin to help calm his nerves.
From a long forgotten century, I crawl to you. I know I could use an update, but I’m like an old fisherman who keeps going out to sea.
I wrangle with my pen, that’s how I do it, and it takes the commitment of a diplomat.
I try to have a routine, use the right software and hope Medium doesn’t ban all ideas.
I’m not the most graphic of the species when I describe our lovemaking but believe me it’s heavy duty.
I’m like a snake with so much ambition, always trying to be with you. If you decide I’m a wolf, then I’m a wolf too.
I listen to your heartbeat and think about beef, and like a pioneer with a question, I bet…
