Inked with Love: Love Poem #15

There comes a point in our love where it’s impossible

for anything you do to disgust me. 

You shy from me when you eat or yawn, 

but I want to be a fly caught in the spiderwebs of your spit. 

How disgusting is that?

That vein you don’t like that protrudes from your neck, 

I want it to beat against my skin. 

In twos, it will say: there, there.

Let the cadence of our closeness 

console us until your heart holds a steady pace with me, 

even at your most vulnerable.

Writer: Taylor Nicholas

Editor: Liz Porporis