When You Talk In That Tone

When you talk in that tone…

Electricity
Solar flares
Heat waves
Blizzards
Hailstorms
Sandstorms
Rainstorms
Rain dances, it’s hard to think of anywhere else
I’d rather be.
Sometimes in that
silence
in that pause between thoughts
admiration
exhaustion
I respond to every
emotion pulsating through
your body—is this love, is this love,

is this love that I’m feeling?
This hunger is unbearable.
Craters left like momentary wombs, your
words
on impact leave
a man
breathless.
I swear the way a heart beats
it speeds it’s rhythm when
being recited truths, poetry of the soul:
I can’t control the song.
When you talk in that tone,
this hunger is unbearable. I would
eat
every rhyme you’ve
spoken to,
every memory we
create,
just to have your essence within me
at all times.
the distance between us is that of the Atlantic,
and
I’m swimming, darling, I’m swimming.

Point

How does a person get from point A to point B?
Because here I am, standing at point A with my binoculars, trying to find you at point B.
But there’s an ocean between us. A desert, a forest, a wall, a galaxy.
Point is, that I’m over here and you’re over there. And I don’t know how in the hell I’m going to get to you.
Once upon a time you were here. With me. At point A. But it wasn’t really point A, because then there was no point B. POINT IS, we didn’t need any coffee. For we were each others caffeine. We didn’t need any alcohol. For we could get drunk off our laughter. We didn’t need anyone else, because we had each other.
But 50/50 chances only exist in statistics. Love, is more 60/40. 70/30. In the cute “I love you more” tug-of-war, there can only be one winner.
I guess my point is that you left. My point is that I’m a little high strung, a little hungover, and a little lonely.
My point is, that if I start swimming towards point B, will you meet me halfway?