He wants to make s’mores

You ask me to trust you, but for me, 
trust is like roasting a marshmallow.

My heart at the end of the stick
is soft and my love is thick;
the kind of sugary sweet
that can be crushed under extreme pressure
or melted under prolonged heat.

We both already know that 
if you ask to take the stick from my hands
to hold it out over the flames,
promising to not let it get burned 

It's gonna catch fire no matter what you tell me.
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Tanka 2: Q & A

If I continue
to wait in the falling rain,
would you step outside
and join me even though you
too will get soaked to the bone?
...
If you continue
to wait in the falling rain,
I will step outside
and dance in the puddles that
embody all of our love.

Dotting My Arms and Crossing My Stars

Is there hope in having our fingers crossed,

Or are we destined to be forever star-crossed?

Should I hope that these arms locked,

Will keep each other from falling apart?

 

Will the vows that from your lips promised

Be all that you said and more than it?

Maybe all that I’ll ever be is a skeptic,

But I question the strength of a mindless heart.

 

Love, you leave me breathless, yes you do

You also make me feel helpless, that much is true.

Like a child following blindly, is how I feel with you

Loving and being loved by you is a deconstructive art.