Taking in these particles of you,
That catch in
my chest like dust,
Such the pollen of flora,
That I choke on like allergies and asthma.
You invade my senses,
Swell my insides,
Steal my breath away like fauna dander,
With you I’ll need my inhaler.
Still I adore you,
And I must as ever implore you,
Be gentler, so that I may be gentler,
You are tough, loving your women rough,
You worship my sharp edges,
And forget these parts of me that are tender,
These finer parts that I must now engage in surrender.
I can’t bully what I can’t fix,
Can’t force air between the pollen,
I inhale you like another hit,
Hoping I’m not allergic.
-You treat me like I’m dramatic,
But surely you must know I’m asthmatic?