pointless love

Sure enough this has its edges:
boundaries we breathlessly crossed,
then lost. Plotting puts me nowhere
close to breaking through all your
bottled-up mysteries. Nowhere enough
of a pauper to pamper the silhouette
of royalty. An expectant heart does
the narrative's heavy lifting. Elaborate
electric storylines convulse in the general
direction of sighing. Heaving chest, lip cracked
and bitten. Movies of mind are best.
I'm taking my victory lap. Chewing on
sunlit hair. Show me whether you really care,
life's big enough to share.