And so what about …
… if I stopped overthinking?
If I went and achieved that goal, would it
on its own, solely I mean, be enough to
capture your heart?
For you, I could do this right now you know:
for you and your embrace, and your gorgeous gorgeous
face, I would change anything I could, and
maybe already should,
to hold you in my arms and kiss
this tough exterior, and then touch so kind
the lacy inside
you tend – so bemusingly – to hide from this rock.
And if in your presence, I learned just to be,
to stop all my idiocies of love made of word,
could we fuck and suck and lick and caress,
and hold and cry, and then die just a little?
Would that be all possible all of a sudden?
Would that be all possible, dear Cl[air]e?