Affair

 

From the smoothness of your feel,

To the way you make my thoughts become real

From the moment I lay my hands on you,

My emotions flow.

You give me the go. I give it all to you.

You give me security.

You give me closure.

Even when I feel myself drifting,

You bring me in closer.

No, I’m not speaking of a lover,

I refer to this paper.

I’m in a love triangle with it and this pen.

I know infidelity is looked down on as a sin,

But one gives me something that the other does not.

One does yoga, so you can say she’s willing to bend.

But the other is willing to mend- All of my broken bones.

Metaphorically speaking, of course,

I’ve never broken any real bones, but I have been hoarse.

From too much weeping and not speaking

From too much hoping and not enough requiring

From too much promoting and not enough firing.

These days were numbered until their end.

You, though?.. You open your GPS, type in those dates, strap me in, then you press send.

And just like that, I come right back- living it once again.