Python Heart
By Ieisha McIntyre
My love, can you adore me?
Even though my heart is enraged
And in full flame
And lost to concealment?
Beloved.
Can you love me? Can you take all of my acerbic charms?
Can you stand faithful even when I cannot stand you?
Even though in full two year old tantrum—
I insist you stay
While shouting NO.
Will you tolerate my lost nature and directionless heart?
My childish mistrust of anything
That doesn’t look like mommy’s hand?
I promise. I’ll pay you back.
I’ll pay you back—
For every scar I place on your heart and your soul.
I’ll pay you back in kisses and caress,
I’ll give you every beautiful moment I can muster
From the turmoil of my warring heart.
I’ll let you become addict to narcotic me.
I promise you won’t feel pushed upon.
Not until you are fully hooked upon
Me and all my poison.
I promise, you are my antidote.
I will help you be more than prince,
More that savior.
I will let you be more than methadone.
I will let you be cure.
If you can love me.
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