write something with me

as Regina Spektor sings at my feet,
I think to myself
I may not be able to make you prettier,
and you might fall short of dragging me
through handsome-land,

but nothing would be better
than to spend forever with you
just the same:
you teach me the feelings,
and I'll give each one a name;

your passion and style
melt into my rhythm and
form a slightly warm pile
of deliciousness that can
take a while
to seep through;

write something with me:
let's see where it leads,
what kind of fun
we can get into.

March 28, 2009, for Kimberly.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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