VAULT: May Sometime 2010; From the Bottom of Broken

I'm a destruction

deconstruction of function

but she loves the drinks I make

like no other intoxication

and that day in Seattle

we kissed for the photographer

by the fountain; no-

on the hilltop; no-

down the staircase; no-

in the street.

But really, we kissed for destiny.

That was fly slaps on white thighs

and wanting desperately

I'd never dreamed of you before.

To show without shouting

world announced as yours.

Yours.

But then I dropped it in the river

and now my cherry skin is over-ripe

I'm no cherry.

And I'm actually infected.

I'll eat your brain

or heart

whichever I can get to first and

one day you'll wake and realize

you don't love me anymore.

Or will it be me?

But we made promises.

Promises damn it!

And promises I intend to keep!

(And I'm so scared of loosing you.)

So come what comes

and bring it on

'cause I know I wont let you go

without a fight

and then some!

Come what come

I'm keeping you

regardless of the struggle

'cause when I said forever

I meant until I die

and then some!

So I'll break your things

I'll be terrified

but this sickness I carve from your worry

will be shaped like:

I love you.

And the barbecue flesh

will taste sweet

between bed sheets and aloe

I love you.

And when I look into your eyes at night

I will know completely

you love me

and then some.