Construction Underway

A Jacob’s ladder romance

Not two strings, but one loop. 

 

My heart bangs against yours like a paddleball battleground.

Specks of sea mist twirl around your two-eyed merry-go-round

You have me drowned in drunken feelings of things I had forgotten I could feel.

I’m so drunk on your warmth. So whole with you.

 

I never was very good at feeling.

 

There’s these soft, sexy lips on mine

Sloppy tongues entangling and wrestling the love out of each other

I don’t even care how your beard scratches the edges of my mouth

Or that my hair is spread like feathers on a pillow

That my foundation is being rubbed off by your freckled skin. 

Soon you’ll know that the complexion surrounding my open mouth is more of a blush pink than a clean matte 

And that my eyebrows aren’t quite as angular as I make them up to be.

And suddenly I can’t remember why I had gowned myself with these things in the first place

Would you really not have noticed me without all these carefully placed brush strokes? 

Would it have stopped you from tipping the lip of your teapot into my heart? Watching as it fills me with steamed yearning.

Yearning for more of this unsolicited intoxication.

Knowing now that you like all the parts of me I thought I had to hide 

Unkempt but well kept my body was designed 

Perfectly imperfect like a used candle with wax cascading on all sides.

 

Why is it I’m not skittish around your affection?

Why do you make the soft dips in my cheeks pull the corners to my lips so wide?

 

We were each other’s selection 

Both having felt the connection.

You think I’m tidy, noticed my clean fingernails, saw my put togetherness, commented on my effortlessness captured in my hair

 

You see the things I want to see but have been told are not there.

 

Because of you 

Things are now under repair 

I’m disposing of all my bad hardware,

Removing all the malware.

Cleaning out the closet, clearing out the cabinets, and emptying the toaster tray.

 

I’m taking my insides out, putting them up on display.

 

There’s finally construction underway.

 

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