AKWARD LOVE
I know I loved you awakardly, moving my
Hands over your body like aninal hair moving
Over leaves; forgive me as I lost one part of
Myself and use my two hands to triangulate
The third arm that knows how to love you.
I close the door behind us knowing that I have
No claim over you; we are as two kernels of
Corn that were never intended to be planted
Together. The night claims us as it claims
Everyone else and I fall asleep exhausted
After making awkward love to you
The moon plows under the clouds and ambles
Across the sky waited to be evicted by the
Sunrise; there is so much order in the universe
Except for the awaward love I have for you.