shit . . . i love you . . . .

shit . . . i love you

shit . . . i love you

wait a minute

maybe you didn’t hear me

i said

SHIT !!!!

I LOVE YOU !!!!

when i began this write,

my mind attempted in it’s most valiant of efforts to gather the words

needless to say

i do know

this love is not a feeling

meant for mere words

it is not that words have no purpose

they just do not do justice

in the service of my purpose

of my heart here

as i try to express

what is pressing

me

thoroughly

soulfully

totally

the best i can do is explain hopefully to you

how the words escape me

when it comes to describing

this feeling

that has me reeling

as i am scribing

. . . words

you see, words

are like a foreign language

when it comes to matters of my heart

and though we part our lips to speak them

don our pens to write them

the words are still yet a bit askew

if only you knew

of what i am trying to say

to you

and it is not just me

i have read the Classics

and the contemporary Poets

and the class acts and expressions

being emoted in their lines

as they attempt to define

this love

their words only gives me a temporary rush

and the best i can do is shush

as Grammy would say

and listen

before i start sounding stupid

but i don’t give a damn

if i were a painter,

i would burn my brush

for it can not capture

the rapture

or the color

or touch this thing that burns

and yearns so badly

deep within me

about

and for you

you see

shit . . . i love you

i have listened to love songs

and the music of the longing

of love crying out

shouting if you will

to be fulfilled

and they keep on singing

spilling the milk

into their tears

and still who hears

what their hearts speak of

we may call it love

but even that is only a word

and i have heard it just like you

perhaps much too often

but words only serve to soften us

and i must

yes

i must get it in

to that soft place in you

where you hide

where your essence truly resides

where this love i have for you

collides with your every dream

your every wish

and let it be me

yes i want to climb in

to you

and i want to lay next

to you

and do all those love things

to you

and i want to

look into your eyes

and see my heaven

and simply say

Shit . . . i love you

(c) 4 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.