Stephanie Says

It also doesn't help
this fate of mine 
when you, lovely
wonderful boy
recount your explorations and
your interests and you
laugh so and grin.


It is not ok for you
to love the Velvet Underground
(and Nico),
for you to have wonderful
small quirks in your language,
to have traveled and
spent time in places
and decided in some sort
of soul-searching wisdom
I know you possess in great quantities
that everything
is the same everywhere.


You went and you came back.
You are such a curiosity to me.
I want to break you
open sometimes, and ponder you from
another angle. 
To glean something else from you
other than this affection
I harbor so far deep in my limbs and
my strange-shifting soul for you.


I do not know
what to do about you.
When so often
you confound me.


It is a wretched truth
when I say that
 I love you.


There is no other way to
accurately describe this.
You.
Your soul and heart and
hands and fingers
and lovely blue eyes.
Your brain and your ribcage
and your quick fleeting pulse.


Something within you
is much too wonderful 
for me.