Loving Him

Maybe I should not be loving him,
But it is too late to pull the stops
When he still runs through my veins
I know I want to search and skim
His pages forever. His name hops
On my tongue along the bloodstains
And kisses. I am too tipsy and drunk
To realize that it may all be bad news,
But I am aware of the fire that burned.
I am right there with him as we sunk
To solid rock bottom, but I still choose
Him among the weeds and unturned
Stones. I make him my decision and
Choice as I hold him within my hand.