And, Fuck all Anyways

my heart bridges time and space
and alone together
there is neither theme
nor melody
to this love song

the constant drizzle of the mid march rain is a solace to this heart; the grey softens the edges of my eyes
and I find that the wide open hole in my chest where my heart beats
is blanketed against the storm
which blows in and out and up and out again
a lover between the sheets

and I single all of you out
for listening to the silent music
and for ignoring my pleas
for seeing
and believing but not trusting

the wind
enough to take off your shirt
and pull down your skirt
and let the rain and the wind and the mud
cover your knees and coat your belly

and fuck all of that silent approval
and the nods of affection
of doing what is right
to be the one
who makes all the good feelings happen
so that no one feels small alone afraid
in this world of peas

and, fuck all of that