Our Last Supper

I’m tired. My muscles ache.
My head is dizzy and everything has a pulsing aura to it.
I spent more money than I should.
Stayed longer than I should.
Loved you more deeply than I ever should.
But it was there. We happened.
I wish to never be apart from you. I enjoy this new closeness.
I love that you offer stories and listen to what I say.
The way you appreciate me for the creature I am.
All the words and elegant turns of phrase I could say to you
would never even begin to describe this
horribly beautiful attempt that stirs in me.
I feel completely exhausted.
My neck is stiff and my shoulders are tense.
My eyes burn while this cryptic music washes my poor confused brain
trying to get it to lay still.
You make me feel this way.
I love you for it.