So do you think it may annoy you
should I love you too much
That time would trap you
in a heartbeat
If I won’t give you up
Is it crazy to think
that you will only touch
my skin
stroke my hair
and let me in
Will it be overwhelming if I say
I love you every day
leave notes in your lunchbox
and always want you to stay
the night
the week
forever
Is it rude of me to want all of you
not a share, a percentage or a piece
but the everything and nothingness
of you
the very most
and
the very least
© Kait King, 2015
hair
Your Design
The design
of the twine
led us
to your crime
The footprint
there below
showed us
where to go
Your fingerprint
on the door
the blood spatter
your hair
and more
The tooth marks
on her thigh
will direct us
to our guy
A hair that fell
out of your head
the semen
and sweat
on the bed
We can tell
you were there
by the print
of your ear
As you tried to hear
so much more,
lent against
the stained glass door
© Kait King, 2015
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