SPIN OFF POEM:
Because I never heard back from you AND because I don't want any confusion on whose words go where and belong to who I'm posting MINE on my blog...

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...
I have become the hour waiting on the minute down to the second you decide to change.
No longer will I allow you to be the moments my memories crave to fill with thoughts of you.
No longer will you be the flavor on my tongue...
damn you taste good.
A mixture of vanilla cream soda and strawberries, so sweet, but poisonous.
You lead to toxic convulsions keeping me continuously gripping spaces under soiled sheets.
Missing the way sweat beads form on your forehead.
Not on my watch will I need you...like that...ever again.
Leaving me convict - trying to escape cell blocks in your mind, knowing if I think about you long enough
I'll
be
captured,
enslaved to love you again.
Not on my watch will I allow my mathematical equations to equal out to you.
This
has
to
stop.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...
Not on my watch will love be just a four letter word lingering from fallen saliva.
This time we'll have meaning, like hope in the clasp of two hands reading the lines and paths of our ancestors - we have stories to tell baby you and me.
Together baby,
we speak in sign.
And I'm okay with never having to move my mouth unless it's pressed against your lips,
french
kiss.
Exchanging the exchange.
And sometimes I wish love always felt like this,
every time.

EbPoetry
June 10, 2009 @ 11:00 a.m.