Partly because you know this land so well..
have traversed
poked and prodded my earth
too many times to tell..

tracking.. making inroads.. marking territory..
enslaving me..

Partly..
because together
to gather
insight in-
to each other,
we,
well into the mids of nights
to the tops of morns,
scoured each other... intensely rubbing..
tasting..
testing our personal parts memories.

They still privately party.. partly
because
"Us" is still
precious.. {to me..your faithful concubine}
albeit.. perishable..like fruits..
and like vegetables..
unable to last too long past.. purpose..
and
spoiling once we come up for air..

For at our core, "Us"
is {now} synonomous
with "Rotten" ...since
secrets secreted..
seeped through sleep..
escaped lips.. landed
and
supplanted..
laying to waste what little bits of love
were ...left
.
.
.
leaving me bereft..

but

still...

Partly..
because I savor the flavor
of this particular pain..
I will
continue to punish myself.. again..
and again..
willing these "woes unto me".. sinning flagrantly..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I want you.. still.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It may taste like blue colors.. and
purplish rain..

but

I want you to make love to me.. again..
and again
.
and again
.
.
and again
.
.
.
and again
.
.
.
.
and again
.
.
.
.
.
and again... ...still.