A Poem For You

I'll write a poem for you,
For until now I lacked my muse,
I couldn't ask you to choose,
Because it's my choice to win or loose,
It takes too much water to keep you,
From lighting my short fuse,

Now I understand,
Just how much you love your man,
One the other hand,
Why allow our one month stand?
I'll tell you now Roxanne,
I should walk away while I can,

I could never regret your taste,
Even though now my heart aches,
And as my fantasy breaks,
I have the hardest decision to make,
Do I have what it takes,
To walk away with the happiness I fake?

Your love comforts me,
Like the steady sound of the sea,
Or at the end of a tunnel where a faint light gleams,
And arms to hold me when I wake from a bad dream,
The feeling of confidence over the unseen,
And the smell of my coffin waiting so clean,

Your laughter brings joy to this empty heart,
Like when you laugh if I fart,
And your giggle is a soothing work of art,
Like a piece masterpiece from Mozart,
Or a cooks finest tart,
And the perfect play with the perfect part,

Your knowledge you posses blows me away,
Like an atom bomb dropped on a holiday,
Or a Nazi at a Pride Parade,
Like the eye of a storm when nothing sways,
Or writing the wrong answer on a survey,
And how you can actually make me behave,

Your touch is more soothing than weed,
Like how your touch I've grown to need,
Or when a cutter starts to bleed,
Like gasping for breath as your fingers caress inside me,
Or when we make love at a slow speed,
And when a climax my body exceeds,

I'll write a poem for you,
Because I don't know what else to do,
This love is so taboo,
Yet you were the first girl my fingers knew,
I can't say I've thought this through,
So perhaps it's time I withdrew.