Formula for Love (haven’t written a slam in a while)
Come HERE so that we can practice our craft TOGETHER butinseparaterooms
and then come together after to make each other food
while i continuously spoon-feed your ears “I love You’s,”
and lament good news, and serendipitous coo’s, and “sorry(s) i was late but here’s my IOU’s”
And this is when it hits-
Pure Emotion-sunset-driven-bliss
i’d rather be with You;
full flushed cheeks and pure pressed lips.
Understood that True love
IS much more than tightly gripping hips
and the formula of lip plus lip equals kiss.
It’s hand plus hand equals understand
Over obligation
Times again and again
it’s open shades and minds ablaze
Your body plus my bedroom floor
Minus all of our clothes.
and theatre books
and speaking in code
Times inside jokes
and kissing your nose.
i’m no mathematician
i’m just grasping to petition
some form of recognition
for lives in imperfect juxtaposition.
We are told to live life flawless-
but to me,
You must Make Faults to
Experience Life at it’s rawest.
You understand this.
And Your closet mirror
watching You strip
Equals my green eyes all envious.
Your hand Plus mine Plus toothpaste kiss
Plus read my mind
Plus hard work bliss
Times spontaneous soul
And artistic wish
And earth-shaking-aspirations
Equal I LOVE
THIS.
