Some thoughts on love Some thoughts on affection I work my way up into no expectations And coax away the need for labels When I stare at your hand resting across the dinner table, And notice the fine scars across some shape of a palm That could belong to anyone But because it’s not anyone, I wouldn’t be wrong In saying that I wish for a vague mesh of skin A grafted compulsion of a pulsing human bond. I meet others in the middle, and that requires pursuit. I send out my tendrils to feel what could be good. And inching across the desert like lizards and skeletons of cows laid bare in the sand, I can pretend that forever in-love is something I can understand When I know that I do not want to be your One nerve palpitation among beautiful throngs, I do not want to own you, or likewise I just want to know you a long long time. And we twist our roots together For sensations to depart That at once become indifferent to thundering hearts And now focus their gentle pressure on the keep The power-outage peace Of the inevitable decline of bodily pleasure.
Yensen LeBeau is a second year student studying ethics and politics. He enjoys writing, drawing, and sometimes paying attention in class. Last year he attended Pratt Institute in Brooklyn, NY, studying film.