Love 3

Love is always candid in expression,
Like two halves, that become fuller.
The Venn diagram that overlaps
At the center, where a common
Kiss, rests in second bloom. How beautiful,
If both of us had the same
Number of lovers in our histories,
As I look at you, knowing
Someone else knew, what I now feel often,
And I look at your body, how you look ravishing in
Your naked stitch. I was the virgin and you were
The “+1”, how that formula will always be like that,
What I don’t hold against you
In any way, knowing, that what you gave to me was
The closest thing to unadulterated
White sugar, with no molasses, and yet,
Just as I was about to culminate, our first night together,
I saw a ghost of a man, who was inside of you,
Like a Nerudesque poem of love,
Wondering, will I ever be that good,
As I see every nail out of a wooden hull,
Coming off, one by one,
And your sail hoisted high, like a whaler,
Whose deck is full of blood, a sperm whale
On your deck, bigger than mine,
And I lost to a purgatory of thought,
Not knowing how to measure up to your past.
I hang on to you, firmer than God,
And yet, a man pollutes you, my love,
The prequel I can never own,
The story of spring, that season, when women leave
Their skipping ropes and flowery frocks, to become
Like a Venn diagram, the pristine
Beauty of you, I could never possess; not
In a lifetime. While the visual gets clearer by the second,
As I see two horny unicorns in the back seat of a car,
Converging like in a coat of arms,
Holding onto an interface, until they both
Fall to earth, turning in a flash,
To two obese Rhinos.

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