Love

i should probably whisper
right up front
that you don’t scare me

not at all

that any confession
won’t change my impression
that you’ve won me over for good

i should tell you tonight
that the way you shiver shocked right now
at the words that just escaped you
rings nonsensical to me
’cause, lovely, i’ve got plans
not of fleeing
not of flying
but of listening to all the rest
run through your lips
right before I kiss them

so fold yourself into my arms
my filthy little darling
all the tears in the world
won’t wash any of the enchantment
out of your eyes
and when they’ve finished flowing
i’ll talk you tender into no regrets at all
then we’ll take our fingers
to our mud-splattered bodies
and draw pictures in the grime
right before we laugh the blood
right off our split smiles
spit it so hard across the room
that it won’t dare return to either of our grins

just tell me where else you’ve been
and know
i’ll listen hard and love you still