Blue Whales And Something Creative

4/27/10

What do I even end up doing
When your presence has become
“Regulating” and we might not
Know each other “enough” but no
When has it mattered before
Because, countless times, I’ve known
Someone very little and immediately
Had sexual relations with them
Which is not what I want
Shit. But I feel right, I feel like
This is the right “direction”
Because you are “pulchritudinous”
Which means beautiful but that’s
Not why this feels special or anything
It just needs to be said
I can follow you in a conversation
And feel like “Damn, I need this
Conversation” and it wouldn’t be the
Same with anyone else because
Nobody else is anybody to me and I
Want to hold your body against
My body to let you know how I feel
But I’m scared. I’m scared that
I’ll “fuck up.” I’m scared that you’ll
Disagree and you’ll be right but, if
That’s the case, I don’t want
You to be right. I like dreams but
Fuck them, I want reality.
Maybe I’m going too far.
I apologize. I’ll slow down.
Fuck, what are you thinking?
What do you think I think?
I think that you are 120% more
Awesome than anything that I have
Ever imagined before and that’s
20% more than what I thought was
Possible. My mind should be blown.
I should have exploded. What is “love”
Without the actual idea of “love”
Because “love” takes time and time
Is not a factor that I’ve had the
Moments to experience with you
Just yet. That’s what I feel. Damn.
That’s strong, right? If you don’t think so
Or you don’t believe me, I will
Push this to impossible limits that
Space, time, physics, reality and
The mind don’t want me to reach.
I will make impossibility entirely
And understandably possible. For you,
I will become the sun then set
To be back on the ground with you
Or, at least, as close as being
The sun would let me without consuming
You in flames. I’m not one
To consume others into flames but
You are apparently one to consume
Me into the best-feeling flames there
Could be, metaphorically.
Thank you.