headline poetry

time ticks slow-mo tempo
lips licking luscious tango
minds meld into messy mix
souls’ sutured in syrupy twine
hearts hold hard the heavy task
of linking our love for all of time

I’m in you and you’re in me
alone we’ll never ever be
holding hands and telling stuff
togetherness could get real rough

We’re banging heads as we do the dance
stepping into the same damn pants
close quarters in bed and at sink
growing resentment at each other’s stink
farts were funny when counted in tens
after thousands of gasses we’re getting the bends

I’m in you and you’re in me
alone we’ll never ever be
holding hands and telling stuff
togetherness could get real rough

you finish my sentence, I finish your plate
you’re too wordy to follow, I’m too fat to date
we argue ‘bout money and plans and tv
and sex and decisions and even who to be
but we need each other badly can’t you see
we’re living out and loving this fusion fantasy

I’m in you and you’re in me
alone we’ll never ever be
holding hands and telling stuff
togetherness could get real rough