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An Ocean of Trust
I really should show the poetic rhetoric I inhibit, instead of rhyming words together like a sweater that I knit. So give me your ears and I'll show you the soft side, where my emotions hide from my callous over-rhymed mind.
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I feel the hot air of her steam condensing on my neck, as our passion echoes through the time we spent, together. But we're broke now, indebted to eachother with IOU's of trust. She wrote me too many rain checks. And as we drift away from eachother on this waterfall, I wonder: maybe if there hadn't been so much steam, heated arguments or if I hadn't tried to be so cool, there wouldn't be so much condensation and the water level wouldn't rise. But now there is a flash flood of emotions, and I get swept away again. Our tears made an ocean, with salt water that burned in the wounds that time forgot to heal. Now me, making a nine course meal, telling her, to eat her heart out, because I've found a filter for the salt. Which I'll shake on her plate, letting her taste me one last time, as she will choke up and sputter a few last words of lover's lament. Never meant, to be heard by the other party, so I favored the flavor which I will definitely savor for as long as possible. Because she trapped me in a time loop, where the only sound is our passion, echoing through a salt filtered solitude of eternal loneliness.
