love language

love language

A Poem by Elwyn

you took my picture once and i took that to mean you liked me. 
it was the first good day of spring
a swig of soco in the broad daylight
you were on your one elbow 
taking this life all in
& i had a willingness to be late
to the real world, for once
do you know what that means for me?
a minute tardy makes me sweaty
but i gave all my minutes to you
in the grass, by the pond
with a kiss, and the way i said
"a winter jacket, still?!"

when i took your picture you weren't looking.
maybe you still don't know.
you had a kitchen chair dragged to the window opened wide
ankle over knee, thumb on top of lighter
with a cigarette stuck in your lips

one time you told me women prefer partners
who they deem uglier than themselves
as a sort of security they'll never leave,
an insecurity to feel beautiful-
i didn't read this statement as your in security.
i kissed your eyelids sometimes
because maybe it's human to want to consume
what's beautiful:
your slouchy sweatpants; your blue flannel;
your freckles; your wild hair when you first wake up;
your eyelash curtains opening
and my heart leaping like its IMAX curtains
for the movie i want to see most,

i took your picture
because you're beautiful.

because i like you.

we do not speak the same love language.
you did not understand my "i love yous" when i said them,
how each of my hours was 60 "i love yous" 
faster than you can catch,

your niceness, a hermaneutic mistake on my part
i didn't know what your love would look like,
what shape it'd be in.  everything was love-shaped when i was happiest.
the grilled cheese and the way you caught me in your sheets
to squeeze me silly, the hair i shaved off your face,
a serenade in front of the whole restaurant,
all of it, all breadcrumbs to your bed,
bewitching my hips to your lap,
my teeth to your throat.

© 2018 Elwyn


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Added on September 21, 2018
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Elwyn
Elwyn

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