Is it

Is it

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

Your Design

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