The Questions I Ask

“Do you love me? Tell me you love me”

my thoughts aloud, whispered on the cusp of our gaze

“Tell you love me and I will blossom, grow and become more for you, if only you tell me you love me”

Words called forth, the moment beckons, hands clasped, leaning forward until our faces no longer see the distance between us.

Gifts exchanged freely, with joy and hope, this moment will ring in my memory.

“Do you love me? Show me you love me”

my desire made plain, shown at the height of our meeting

“Show me you love me and I will bend, move and be one with you, if you only you show me you love me”

Words without sound, the silence heavy, eyes locked, bodies curved until our breathing is a  rhythm of one.

Turns taken instinctively, with fervor and depth, this night is etched in my past.

“Do you love me? Change how you love me”

my belief so strained, held fast in this time of frailty

“Change how you love me and I will lift, guide and be strong for you, if only you change how you love me”

Words made hollow, the plea familiar, echo again, bodies tense until our feelings are spent.

Hopes propped up endlessly, with fear and confusion, this loop will play forever.

“Do you love me? Let go of how you love me”

my desperation full force, thrust in your face

“Let go of how you love me and I will soothe, help and heal you, if only  you let go of how you love me”

Words drop dead, the last of their kind, upon the floor, bodies inching back until we find our own spaces.

Death pronounced instantly, with grief and mourning, this duality  is no more.

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