I have loved him since our universe was formed

Somewhere, our atoms danced in the relative darkness because we have been dancing around each other for ions

I have loved him in so many forms over the years. Doomed love stories all of them but no one can pretend it wasn't explosive and beautiful and otherworldly in its passion

I will love him until this universe combusts and all we are is ash

I will love him then and then afterwards when we reform

My hips, so sharp and so angular in

Contrast to my otherwise softness

Jagged elbows and knobby knees

Reminding you that I am not simply something lush and soft to be gobbled up

No, I have my firmness and it would be wise to be careful where you rest your head

My hips, so sharp, they can cut

Standing clad

In but a towel

A thin sheet of cotton

Separating my sun-sweet skin from

Yours

I lean over and

Kiss you softly on the forehead

Brushing your hair away

Droplets of water

Splash on my shoulders

We're kids with grown up dreams

We bleed each other's wounds

But right now, in this instant

Only a towel separates us and

I am yours as long as you want me

Your eyes alight in the dim, and I am paralyzed. Never before have I wanted something this desperately, urgently, beautifully. Thousands of minuscule oak trees burst in my veins  and are at once set aflame, sending life to my heart's core, and blood coursing to

 every 

last 

region. 

your voice is completely devoid of an accent 

he said.

the linguist, rendered confused.

unknownst to him, 

it was a craft I perfected

never again would an ignorant somebody

lump me with any particular group 

now, there is pride in my cadences 

pride in the soft lilting melodies of 

my mother tongue and the harsher rhythms of 

this language I did not choose but have learned 

to accept. 

English, always, will be glass shards in my throat

Polish is dead wildflowers begging to rise up again and 

take me home but 

these days i have no one left to talk to 

so 

this voice, devoid of an accent, becomes thin with worry 

heavy with lust

deep with sickness and 

will render everyone confused, always