As it slips out his mouth
He utters the sound
I Love—
Excuse me
I
I personally
Find trouble in the words
I
Love
You
Absurd as I curve my enthusiasm
I numb my nerves
And the Superb entity
Of that within me
Is simply…
Ideology in denial of this mystery
Love?
You say it’s heaven sent
Heaven sent?
To me it feels like it should be
Hell bent
In this recent tryst with mercury
That now lie adjacent
Complacent amazement
My soul is tainted
Poisoned by touch
My porous body displays this
And I
And I hate to break it
But I
As in similes of the mind
Of my own
Heart
I
Doesn’t mean myself
What I’ve shown
So I hold my own
And Start
To dissect these
Emotions
These feelings
This chance
This unforeseen art
But fail
Because I find trouble in the words
I love you.
But…
…I love you
