Yes

How did you know?

That you could just speak softly, and it would
slice my mind into shreds that cannot see each other;
and the bits would float here and there and
collide in confusion even as they remain
warmly cocooned in that soft silk handkerchief
that your words weave so gently.

And everything you say is just
the whipped cream on a warm rich coffee cup
which lies on your desk four thousand miles away.

So how is it that I wake up with the dark heady fragrance
that lies beneath and threatens the core that rules?

The knotted knuckles, the open palm, the fiercely tender grip
of waiting arms and the raging head
inclined just enough to rest lightly on mine as I
press my cheek to yours... craving its strange dark sweetness.

You didn't say what I thought you would.
You didn't do what I thought you might.
You just stayed awake and kept me afloat all through the stormy ride.
Chased me when I hid, teased me when I froze,
laughed when I ranted and cried with me in silent confusion

And oh we played, like no two people ever had.
Like no two people ever will.

Cut

Retake

You didn't know
That I could be who you
wanted me to

and that with every tender word I cut a piece of you
and preserve it till the salt and vinegar
sting you into cosy shades of purple
and you look in the mirror and smile
at the stranger you live with now
pink with pleasure cradled
in casual clever crimson

As you soak deeper into the jar of honey
with invisible inches of the inflammable
pasts we'd both forgotten

and the futures that we willingly burn
for one smoke filled night.