New Business – What to Deduct

I want to be the door in your jam– always close to your strong members. I want to swell with our humid love so we will be stuck together. Love-locked, your frame around my solid core, we’d never be jimmied apart.

I want to be your vanity drawer, to hide my treasures in you. I want to be the nail driven homeward to my life-purpose by your blows. I wish to be the foil embracing your dark stone– together a gem.

I want to love your gold shore, to hug, caress, and kiss your shifting contours, to batter relentlessly against your changeless self during my storms, to bejewel you during high tides, and reveal your secrets during low.

I would be a fish to spend and draw life swimming through and breathing you. I’d be the white to your plump yolk, to surround and nourish you as you grow, to help you rise if you are beaten, to be each figure and ground for each.

… I want to love you …

image: photographer, subjects unknown text: I Want to Love You, Craig A. Reynolds

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