i am the chink in
my own armor,
never quite able to
tamp down that flowering
and burning love
and if you were
to ask nicely enough,
that gap would become
a doorway just for you
i would paint that
old wooden door in
your favorite color and
leave a spare key
under the mat
because i desire you,
so much that it hurts
sometimes, and not just
because i’m biting my tongue
to keep the flood back
because i desire you,
therefore you are immortal,
and you’ll live forever
in these words that i’ve scrawled
across the walls of my beating heart
and isn’t that a beautiful thing,
that no distance,
no storms,
could ever be bigger
than the love i hold for you?
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Author:
Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
Your first two lines are truly inspired! What a felicitous way to say that thing we feel when we feel weak and foolish.
Another cracker of a love poem, as the Brits might say. You’re on quite a roll. May Christmas treat you well my friend!
I am quite good at falling hard and fast, it seems. Wouldn’t be much of a love poet if I weren’t.
Wishing you holidays that are merry and bright, my friend!
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