"mine"

my kind of love isn't pretty
I chase it constantly
I'm not moved by pretty things
like roses and songs
my love is the kind that unearths me
I am backed into corners
and held at all costs to cherish it
to go beyond the words I love you
because these are just words
they aren't the hands that touch me
the skin that invites me
the lure of moments of pure passion
that travels through my spine
and exits my lips like poetry
I love in the darkness, blind and trusting
everything I touch
because I meant to
and I wont apologize for it
not for loving you
not for loving strangers minus the faces
just souls
captivating souls that speak to mine
and love because we've met before
just not in our skin
no, my love is different