Her name spoke beauty. Part I.

Let that be that.

Truth still sweet, too bitter

For lips to whisper.

Too dry for bones to muster.

Utter it when resolve cracks.

Crack boulders, cast stones ‘gainst pedestal-thrones, plead truce for true to core of bones.

Meant for better, perfect to the letter. Consider perfect is not flawless, love cannot be ruled yet not lawless-

Key-lock call, compatibly, these pieces do not fit at all.

Sweater pulled over, drip coffee stalls
You pop up in my mind with no prompting, stomach flips and falls.

Who are you?

That for you I would bring down the Sun, the Moon and the Stars?

Make me feel that I could cast a net from afar?

So they could swirl and sing and spiral in the song sung since the Universe had begun.

Wooed and won from heavens above-

To the palm of your hands.

Is it insane I find it profane,

Your lack of demands?

To tell me you do not need my love, that my friendship is enough and you are content just to have me as I am, because as long as I am here that is all you want.

I hate this response.