i want to love you


Do you have any idea how much I want you?
Wanting to love you, it’s like an extreme sport.
Once, it’s like skydiving, then like a marathon.
Like scuba diving, then like I climb mountains.
It’s like I’d run and sweat through the feelings
with speed on the highway of moments having
more than a hundred pulsations per second
for crossing the finish line, with you, together,
at the same time in the adrenaline of senses,
with the sighing of our bodies and kisses, and
other kisses, [just for a tiny pause of breathing].
Yet for all these, I have to lie, terrified because
you’ll forget to open the parachute or to swim
assuming it’s illusory the fine line between us.

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

  Delbert McClinton

have you ever loved a woman…


What…what are you doing
when you love someone
who is not [just] yours?
Are you staying out of it?
Are you not get involving?
And yet, if you gonna do it,
then, first, do it for yourself.
Admit it-you’re a companion.
Only one or one of the others.
Digest it well. Love is legal.
Second, don’t be the saver,
just offers love. Love is not
neutralization. Don’t try to be
a mother, spouse, sister or son,
brother, daughter or father.
Those are already at home…
Third, nobody lives your life.
Happiness can be conjugated
only in past tense and present.
Most of the time is just a drop,
identically as I used this moment
to load this Eric Clapton’s finesse,
have you ever loved a woman

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi