Rulers

Do your feet feel like they're sinking?
I can stand next to you for hours
and feel like you're no where near at all.

Does that equate to missing
dismissing,
or finding little left here, through the hissing.

I don't understand why we're kissing.

I've met controversy,
but I must be no longer worthy
now at your mercy

I was always so strong

But I suppose that dignity means nothing
because I've given it up, for really, quite long.

I can't work out if it's ironic
that I feel most alien
when you're lying with me
but it still feel's so sane;

again

we've never slept so easy with everything
reminding me of my jealousy
I’ve tried to tell you but it seems
to capture me so breathlessly,
so helplessly.

If I nibble your ear can I moan in it too?
Take that as you please
and I’ll have to make do.

We're only long dark walks behind pathetic pastel skies
but in such distance and such health, I really hate goodbyes.

I'm not ready for that yet,
as I can't help but hope for always
but that depends to be honest
if we're both measuring lengthways.

I love you more than everything; that shouldn't fucking jeopardise
how I'm nothing alone and feel even less so in your eyes.