You can't break up with a soul mate [a love story in poetic verse]

10 |how much I want you to be mine

I met you for the first time last night
I was high from your internal light
not as high  as my drug addiction
when I was a teenager
but as intense an affliction.

What's your last name?

Frontenac.

I didn't feel that name would work.
I had to find another one
something only I could call you
a name that would make you mine.

Mine

your eyes,  oh how they look at me like that
your gloves, so sexy with the studs and black leather
makes me want to do crazy shit to you
you look like someone that just came back from New York.
my whole body is turned on
I am so alert to all your senses.
I can read your whole body
like a bestselling book
I will be in your mind
I am planting my seeds now.

Fleur

I send  you a photo of a dalia.
you're my fleur.

I found the flower quickly
my thumbs ready to search you out.

I send you a photo of the sunset.
The one I keep in my favorites
for girls like you.

You send me a pink heart.

This excites me further.

I send you a song.
Skinny Love

that should do it.

It will make you think of me.
It will make you want me

I love that song.

Oh, my fleur, you have no idea
what power I will have over you.
Every time you hear that song
you can't help but think of me.

Oh, you  know that song?
Smart.

Women don't usually know my obscure songs.

I stop. That is enough for one day.
I can't seem too giving.

That would be completely false
I have an image to display.

I look in the mirror at my handsome face

I will be patient.
oh how the patience will be such
a complete masterful plan
it always works
it never failed me once.

I knew how to pick you
my fleur.

My wife calls outs to me from the kitchen.
"Can you come here, Jared."
She wants me to do the dishes.

Fuck. Just when I was deeply into you.

"Coming, honey."

I have to go finish up some work, fleur.
did you know I write poetry?