If there were ever any doubt
Than I am wholly and utterly in love with you
It has now been thoroughly expunged from my conscious
The clanging and drilling of your voice
High pitched and shrill and the hollowness of hammer on nail
The ungentle touch of your never rougher hands
Dust and dirt on my knees
Ingrained in my pants and my brain
Innocent splinters
Blood on my knuckles
Blood on the ground
Your scent of sawdust
Of sweat and hard working people
In the end there really wasn’t ever any doubt
But just in case
You are blinding lights
Hot and scorching under halos of shimmering sweat
Later and later nights
Trapped or entranced who’s to say
Fist fights and screaming matches
Making up with meaningful glances
Solid floor and echoing glory
Chances at bright futures or darker destinies
The metallic taste of your kiss on my tongue
Bleeding from my knees and the back of my hand
Flowing from behind my eyes and beneath my tongue
Dizzying heights and devastating lows
Exhaustion and exhilaration mixing in sickening remembrance of what used to be
What could have been
What is yet to come
If there was ever any doubt
That I am irrevocably, insatiably, inexhaustibly, perfectly in love
Then this is your proof
I have never been more enamored
Than I am
With you