It's Zenobia

Love is lawless  Though some  Would have you  Believe otherwise,  It is self governing  Despite our best attempts  At controlling it  It finds you  And does with you  What it will  You smile, or you cry  You accept or deny  You hope beyond hope  You will it  You want it  You woo it  But you never demand  You never let it go  Or give it up  It holds you or it doesn't  And though you rarely  See it coming  You can see nothing else in its presence  It drowns and saves  It condemns and delivers  But it is always honest  Even in its pain  We ache for it  From it  Of it  But we do not forsake  No we pursue  Endlessly  Tirelessly  Frequently  Desperately  Only to have it  For even a moment  Only to say  We wish we'd never  Known it  Only to know  Deep inside  We would take back...

As the days go by I find myself  at a loss  for the words that will explain this, words  with enough strength  to hold the weight of him  in my heart words  with enough endurance to keep the pace of the breaths that skip in his presence  I grasp for words that will  contain his image  in my mind that will describe  his taste on my lips I turn page after page in books that I have written  simply to contain the memories of him searching endlessly for litany, letters, languages, to somehow describe what I feel  in each moment  of knowing him wanting him seeing him feeling him loving him  I am at a loss  for the words that can own this in its most perfect sense him in this love, him in this, him in, him

Say my name let me be exotic as I roll off your tongue soft...wet...warm in the morning  as the sun breaks through your window let me be damp...deep....breath in the heat of the sun scorching pavement make it dance gracefully in your mouth sweet  like wine in a faraway land let me be dew on your lips waking you from a slumber  in ancient forests say my name  let me be last words remembered  from the moments right before you came to my senses

I sat and sipped my free coffee appreciating art for credit  that would never cash out simultaneously  stressing about 15 pages of geopoliticus child momentarily being evaded by deja vu all while being absolutely  inopportunely in love with a man  that held my soul while my body and bones turned to dust and slipped  through his fingers and tears welled up in my eyes while I should have been  taking notes  on the proper way to make love to information well enough to earn an A.