A poem

I think, loving you;
feels like melting apart slowly
whilst kissing ever so gently
a furious bush filled with thorns.
I often wonder;
are you really like morning
though you speak like afternoon?
question unanswered still,
words floating about like a leaf in the wind.

I’d like to empty myself completely

and put my words in your mouth
but I’m not sure
if I seek truth or lie in reality.
Before sunrise
I’ll sail the violent waves of your veins
racing for that heart of yours
that I grew ever so fondly of.

Your teeth are laughing at me
except sound is seldom.