me and my love

Me: Bed soaked in sweat. Shaking insecure tendencies. What if I miss when I throw my net? Deep inside pull out all the tools from the armories.

Her: coming into my territory with those missiles? Better sidestep the landmines and carefully placed metaphors. Don’t throw the net I’ll only swim away.

Me: swim away fast the net has been cast. How long will the chase last? Till earth crumbles and the heavens rumble.

Her: home field advantage catch me if you can its only fun if you run but lust only last for a moment. The heavens are safe till then.

Me: a gust of wind blows the butterfly of its course. Underestimate the force that will be caused by lust. Games will be played there’s a day everything must fade. The butterfly still flies.

Her: this hurricane has me dazed and confused. A butterfly damaged. The constellations you provide have never looked so far and beautiful. Stay another night these wings can’t fly they’re broken.

Me: behind me armies will march martial law will be my command. An injured wing will find no fear. Even if healing takes a year. Into the unclear frontier I will steer.

Her: with you at my helm and armies at my rear small wings will heal easy under watchful care. I swam but not quite fast enough. The gnarled ropes of fisher mans quarry holds me in tight embrace.

Me: ropes phantomed freedom granted. A warm embrace there to replace all that may misplace. Wings will heal free to fly. If away you go forever I may cry.

Her: if one wish granted I may receive freedom from you I could never conceive. Rather broken wings in a warm embrace then to fly and return to find you gone without a trace.

Me: disappear I might without watchful eyes. Do not fright here I stay. For way to many whys left unanswered. No one better could I find for with to decipher.

Her: my eyes shall never sleep a watchful gaze. A partner in riddle and game an excellent choice might I proclaim.

Me: sleep you may in my arms until day, a black and white world we march in gray. With your presence love gifted these burdens lifted.

Her: and sleep I must my sweetest prince. 3 words I express to you with ghost lips. Hear them while you dream of fair lady bronco.

Me: may my cuddly bear dream sweet dreams. Mine will be of the road and fair lady bronco with you at my side nothing behind us and everything ahead.

Her: as will mine for such a lovely picture you paint. Good night lover

Me: good night love.