Instant Love. (Revised Ending).

You grab my lap as your kingdom

Hot threads of hair burn my lips

Your forehead pressed against mine

So hard we are both bruised.

So this is instant love, inevitable and

                                        dangerous,

A sudden visceral war.

                                    I request a truce,

Needing to readjust, to find my equilibrium,

That quiet mood I was accustomed to

Before you sashayed into my living space

Tearing my days apart.

But you`ll have none of this,

You know that you have won,

And dare not give up an inch of stolen

                                                  ground.  

Is love always like this?

You kick off your high heels, then make

                                     yourself at home.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

November 2nd. - 6th. 2021.