My Lady Love

I remember when I first laid eyes on you,

You were walking up the stairs into my show room.

I was standing behind the counter, enamored, slightly hammered,

handling business and glamor, But you distracted me.

I took a second look back to see. And I confess, with

instinct under distress, I was thinking of how to unravel the stitching of your dress.

I wanted to get next to you, steal a sniff of that sweet perfume.

Swoon, shape mood, and consume your every move.

I was a fucked up, vodka drunk, mixed up slut.

My thoughts deviated so much, stroking was never enough.

Toking 9/10ths the sun, choking vital vocals

Hoping this heart hoaxed would wither into stone.

I was angry, frustrated in my youthful sin

Couldn’t give a fuck if my lungs burst open, never drew breath again.

I shuttered when my spirits fluttered. Any utterance of love I cowered

and tumbled, tripped and stumbled. Crawling on knees troubled.

I could say that when I met you I was liberated, butterflies instantaneous,

Exasperated. Bound by mental fixation, trembling anxious.

True that it was I refused to jump the gun and became ruthless, numb.

Toothless scum. Choosing degradation, denying this infatuation.

But the truth is, the moment we met I knew right then and again

That this hearty would mend, that sleepless nights I would spend

Sifting thoughts, drifting off to your wondrous illuminating charm.

This is destiny, I’m blessed to be, benevolent through brevity.

Your patience isn’t wasted, I tasted the pain you encased in it.

I braced myself, anxious, blatantly remained nameless.

Blame myself for the way that its been, but I will never lose focus again.

Because you are the kind of lady that I would like to have my babies with.

Break down barriers that cage body to brain.

Exhale algorithmic pain, alchemistic rain. It’s an anomaly,

Arithmetically insane the way your eyes, hands, lips melt me over again.

When thoughts lead to you, I become lost for words.

Tongue twisted, expressions contorted.

Mad eye madman running through the absurd.

It used to leave me sick, bent and ill-witted.

But I saw a shift in the existence of the unspoken ritualistic visits.

70% of communication requires no vocality.

We save our esophagus for our bantering breaths.

Transcending human existence by cutting through the red tape

That swells and swallows membranes. Two cells

Magnetically fixed to find each other oven and over again.

Run away? Never again. I will stand with you until the end.

Until this heart stops beating and seizes to be,

Until this brain starts bleeding and destroys my being,

Until these lungs burst open, ripping a shred in the universe.

Causing a black hole, suffocating the Earth and Nebulas.

Our souls are fused, once lit we are the galaxies nemesis.

Infinitely infinite an imminent lose of innocence,

Her sibilance the simplest insulin for insolence.

Desperation