This is a two-part poem I wrote some time ago.
You’re all that I can breathe anymore;
There’s only so much of you left in my lungs
To sustain me till our next meeting.
And when we do meet,
Oh, when we do meet,
My body is a skirmish of heat and wetness,
Smiling warmth, inviting skin, all at once,
What happened to me?
Whence came this dependency?
I postulate that it is when
My mind advocated abandonment
For how can one love, but not want to commit?
But alas, my heart already concurred
That the half full jar of your love
Was still fuller
than any I’d hoped to taste.
Are you my boon?
Are you my bane?
The more I resist,
The more you render my heart