Lover’s Sai

I’ll warn you ahead of time that
I’m gonna slightly shift
the metaphor
once I get comfortable with it…
as if the title
doesn’t present enough of this
all by itself:
swapping sai for sigh
knowing full well that
the stabbing pangs of love
cut deep enough on their own.

Where is this feeling that
propagates in such a way
that we live and die
by the sword?
words are the weapon of choice
but
love,
sweet love,
can make even the most
right minded person
lose their shit.

It’s more than that, or this…
her eyes.
slicing through my sensibilities
like warm butter
and I wouldn’t have it
any.other.way.
she (somehow) knows that hello
is enough
to turn my world upside down
to make me swoon all over again
which I suppose is the point
and the reason why
withholding it brings
such
frustration.

there’s no turning back from that now as
my pulse races
and I consider this-
possibility-
in the mere midst of the idea of
whatever
when it comes right down to it
if her breast is heaving
or if she is eating popcorn…
they equally impale my soul.