For the Man in my Life (Ode from a woman)

For the Man in My Life (Ode from a Woman)

Told me it was complicated:
that it was hard.
Well of course it is silly
when you touch it like that.

You said,
we should wait, time can cure this
it can cure these feelings-
these things called emotions: passive.

I can't cure this,
nor will I.
Cause probe as you wish at me nightly,
you haven't gone so deep as your compliments.

And things are getting longer and harder to deal with,
and the complication of positions are getting worse to deal with,
and how to solve these problems take longer answers than the ones your giving,
and as they lengthen, my yearnings, they get longer and lustier and wholly born from you.

And from this,
a sullen low,
nothing to show,
and here I be

still.

-Matthew Koutzun

(Technical comment about poem: the "you" is not suppost to be on the next line... I just couldn't get the font to go any smaller to get the structure right.)