Writing For You
I will try to write you a poem,
plain-spoken, containing
no questions. My lips
will gush like a fountain
until you’re nothing more
than a goldfish in the sea.
You’ll need a morphine drip
to relieve the weight
of all my heaviest emotions.
I believe in happy endings
but we’ve never discussed our own,
not to the point where
happily ever after
comes into play,
an ace in the hole.
I’ll give you a grave,
we’ll fill it with our doubts
and dance until midnight is through.
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