For the love of God, love me.
Hug me, rub me.
Put nothing and no-one above me for I am your fortune.
Only through me will your life tune
to the correct frequency.
I’ll grant it, plant it within myself so when we are together
it will blossom.
I won’t fault you for your wrongs.
I will relax and I won’t explain anymore,
how much of a chore it is to love you,
how much of a bore I am because of you,
how few like me because of me.
Shoot I misspoke.
How bespoke a beauty I am.
So convoluted I’ve never been able to set a single thing straight.
I want a direction,
as straight as your erection,
aiming up for the sky.
I want clarity just as you have it
I don’t want to have to babble.
For the love of God, I love you.