Murmur into my ear
The sweet hum
Of the humming bird.
Paint me a picture
With golden blood,
Strong as Hercules.
Sing me the lines of
Unrehearsed mumble
In your dark, dank
Basement.
Show me the almost
That you could have
Loved.
Direct me left
Down Humanity street
And tell me that when
I reach Pride Lane
I’ve gone too far.
Flip me up and over
Your macaroni dish
Until my vision is smudged
With cheese.
You tell me aimlessly
That I’m not sour.
I’m your second option
And this is what it means
To be in love.