Centres: around knocking

From first being near you, I’ve wanted to be near you,

Lies in my arms, I in yours to correct them,

Heart knocking my love, on a tsunami chasing me

Corruption follows in its wake, oil slick over unreality

Now you feel bad about yourself I know, as it follows, and no,

You’re good, better than me, and I’ll correct some lies

It’s my fault I want you near me, and I ask you to knock

As if the universe depended on you, and it’s hard, dear

When my unreality has washed over you, near

Not really there-

Absent shells, centred around you try knock

All gaseous balloons with goofy faces, popping

Deflating as truth bears shape, they fart into confetti

For a better wedding, absent always of anything but us,

Could not be real, for only to knock, is anymore reality

My metaphysics, theology, all stacked on my shelf

Waiting for you to arrive and look at them

An entire planet

Obliterated –

If you knock

Whirlpools, twisters, gravity

In your knuckles

Spell casting around centres, science dances

At your fingers –

Reality itself collapses

More than a theory, more than the real itself, that collapses, in yourself –

Knock on wood!

If you knock-

An entire fantasy,

Obliterated in love’s ecstasy

And I go on thus, speaking, seems into the aether of love-

I want to hold you more than ever, why can’t you just knock on my door? Then I’ll know it’s you,  you’ll be in front of me, I’ll know I’m not imagining you, who i see everywhere, why don’t you just knock, or say something, or reply on facebook, or let me know it’s really you?

As you feel bad about yourself now, I know you do

The look in your eyes and all the lies they told you

And me not believing anything I ever see or hear

Me believing you’re a fantasy, dear

Just knock – love depends on you, where the future leads

To lead whereto? To knock at that door, to see you, forever,

Knock on me, I’ll take blame, on me, falls reality