I hate to hate your kisses
knowing their deliciousness 
sends me into altered states of consciousness 

Nor can I bear to scorn your outstretched hands
on the small of my back
knowing your touch like golden honey 
melts all my knotted bands

My heart shivers and the corners of my mouth pull tight

I sorrowfully detest 
locking my love for you 
away in a box for safekeeping

I peer through its keyhole
I look for the sweetness to unlock it 
but it’s hidden in the redolence of 
what you claim is normal

Perhaps normal 
is just a stench you’ve smelled so long 
you’ve become nose-blind to it

I lean into discomfort
not discounting hope 
and pray we find the key together

You know I love helping find lost things

Glo/NaPoWriMo Day 5