I…You

We dart around the words I love you
Like the’re that long related cousin twice removed on your mothers uncles nephews side
…Akward
Just like that bit of spit traveling on the nuzzle of someones lower cheek
How do we explain that…
Love…I mean…not the spit
The nautius ting of nervous uncomfortability due to someones poor salivatory glands can’t come close in comparision to the stuttering of a hearts feeling…
We dance…and jump…and move…and skate along side of the emotion
Holding on to it with our pinky till we find an appropriate turn to let go on
…And love goes flying toward a tree…
And only in the .05 seconds of realizing its crashing we see what we have done
…Instead of letting it “slip” into a tree
We should have embraced loved
Said it
Saved it
Loved it…
Instead of jacking it of its existence…
We mutilated it…
Through our avoidance
Told love we can live without it
…Re defining its purpose…serving as an easy out
            to get our way
we’ve abused it
Stripped it of its adornments and adoration and adulterated its grave site
Can love rest in peace between our lips…
Or shall it forever walk the earth
Limbo-d with our ghost
Is it doomed…like we are
Cuz we saw it more as akward…
Instead of worth it.