I am not like the others.
My Love doesn’t pour,
quite like the others.
They entice you with words like,
“let me take you out, and spoil you”.
My desire is to take you in.
Breathe in deeply; inhale you in.
Weave you into my warmth, and
Receive you into my comf-
ort zone — zoning
Zoned out; though often alone,
I don’t want the thought of you
I would, pull your throne out, engage you
Take you beyond where the thorns sat — sit — seated.
with a similar desire to be needed.
I will plant a seed in you that can not be depleted.
Feed you, nourish you; you are bound to be conceited.
This bounty of Love, darling,
others lack the conviction to conceive it.
I will leave you, brimming with joy with this ploy I concocted to keep you implored.
employ my senses to synthesise synonyms of silhouettes symptomatic of you
in dim light.
I think it’s Divine,
and ill u mine.