the jargon of love

shame 

is when my breath 

catches in my chest

as i struggle to accept 

i still feel 

somewhere near the same as i did 

before it was 

wasted

rotten 

and i am unsure if

there is anything other than lust here 

and as your lust for me 

and as my lust for you

evaporates 

or curdles 

horribly 

will you be 

here for me 

still 

to craft a love that takes four hands 

that rather corperate-ly 

might mean we have to circle back

on problems 

pick this up again 

in the next meeting 

til we lust again 

love again 

in the next meeting? 

and say it softly 

and whisper it gently

and always be honest

and stay connected with the moment

always 

talking 

with the jargon of love