Poem #340

I only write about love because it was all
I have been looking for in life.
But it is so hard to recognize It in a world
that wants everything defined and in line. 

I want to stand on my own two feet,
but I still want you to save me.
I want a kiss on the shoulder over morning coffee,
and have my back arch against a wall. 

I don’t want it comfortable and defined.
I want it inconvenient, passionate and alive. 
Romance and lust dancing together under the stars
giving life to passion and to desire.  

All should be love, addictive and wild.
Silence and noise at once.
Chaos and peace intertwined. 
Nights you stay up opening your soul
and nights you lose all control.