I have loved him since our universe was formed
Somewhere, our atoms danced in the relative darkness because we have been dancing around each other for ions
I have loved him in so many forms over the years. Doomed love stories all of them but no one can pretend it wasn't explosive and beautiful and otherworldly in its passion
I will love him until this universe combusts and all we are is ash
I will love him then and then afterwards when we reform
simplicity
Standing clad
In but a towel
A thin sheet of cotton
Separating my sun-sweet skin from
Yours
I lean over and
Kiss you softly on the forehead
Brushing your hair away
Droplets of water
Splash on my shoulders
We're kids with grown up dreams
We bleed each other's wounds
But right now, in this instant
Only a towel separates us and
I am yours as long as you want me
your voice is completely devoid of an accent
he said.
the linguist, rendered confused.
unknownst to him,
it was a craft I perfected
never again would an ignorant somebody
lump me with any particular group
now, there is pride in my cadences
pride in the soft lilting melodies of
my mother tongue and the harsher rhythms of
this language I did not choose but have learned
to accept.
English, always, will be glass shards in my throat
Polish is dead wildflowers begging to rise up again and
take me home but
these days i have no one left to talk to
so
this voice, devoid of an accent, becomes thin with worry
heavy with lust
deep with sickness and
will render everyone confused, always