Dear Lover,
you
had no clue
you wore blue
like berry pies
and magic
my
heart when I
stared at you
beat irregularly
and jagged
my
breathing sounded
ragged
with your forehead
kissing mine
attracted
like a magnet
your thighs stuck to mine
blueberry
passion
staining lips and tongues
with a huckleberry magic
what
the hell are huckleberries?
our hips light like matches
you burn, baby, burn
as you spin me right around
and
you are the axis
and I am the moon
you are the earth
with the gravity that pulls
me
into your arms
because you and I are factual
with a love that isn’t
casual
and hearts that are
fantastical
for
we are the reason
and nothing theoretical
a heart attack nonmedical
a symphony so incredible
Bach
is blushing blue
when I make love with you
like berry pies
and magic
my
heart when
stare at you
beats irregularly
and jagged