Heads It Is, Tails It's Not

i hope this is love

if not—it’s too late

cuz this done slid

all down my neck

‘bout to seep thru skin and bone

soon urge that can’t stop

warm mass on the move

mind a mask—a mess

my only plan

a HAIL MARY of a poem

back up on the wall

with drip now lake

bite now blue (ouch, but ooh yum)

give now take

our time not new

i sure hope to god this is love

if not—i’m past care

my soul took hits and hurt

did not cope well

from hymn to low hum

a huge pain push

that did not fail

to grab what felt good

tore each cell and scar

in an area i held fast

fear of joy too high huge

for tiny me

who will i be if i let go

who will i see if i don’t show

here we move here we meet

here i stay here i beat

the tune of a song long past want

that figs will turn ripe

not from time but due to type

well

with lips on lock

feet off edge

in at the deep end

and body wide open

I just

hope wish plea ache pray

that this

is love

Thank you for reading my poem for the Vocal Media Short and Sweet Challenge. It really was a challenge, and even after edits, some five-letter words snuck in there.

If you want to read another love poem not restricted to four letters or less, I recommend these:-

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