With each glimpse, I catch my breath
No, it's not an infirmity.
At times you are timid but you are brave.
My love, you are incomparable.
When I'm with you, words tumble and twist
I can barely grab the right word.
How could I be like this?
Stuttering like a child.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
And I'll remember you as my angel;
who could heal me with just words.
Each day we grow older and its plain to see,
The love that you give me is all that I need.
She is the proof that's in the pudding
She is the meadow in the green
The very moment the I rely
The tree on which I lean
She will rise and be a blessing
She shares all that she is
And if there is any of her left
Gives away the last bit of it
She is one and she is more
She is all hopes and dreams
If your into keeping score
She is that and all of these
There is a movement to her walk
There is a softness in her touch
Where she is there is all
And all of her is in the love
She is the step outside the line
She is the peak you strive to reach
She is the laughter in the light
She is the hunger in the need
She is the one I'm speaking of
The deck of cards with jokers wild
The heartbeat of the kindred spirit
She is woman, tender child
For calling me beautiful
When i felt ugly.
For being kind
When i couldn't.
For accepting me
When i was rejected.
For caring about me
When i'd given up.
For liking me
When i didn't.
For loving me
When i love you
it’s not the same when you touch her chest with your breath
what her heart hears is off key and she compares it to the best
bedtime story she’s ever heard
the kind where she becomes little red riding hood herself
with a basket of goods
that everybody wants
but she doesn’t want to fuck any of them
because she already knows that it’s the same as a sunny day but with too much wind
or one of those green suckers with a big bug inside of it
“fuck off,” she says to all the wolves and all the pigs and all the fools
they still come at her like a family of bonobos come in a day
it’s hard to run away from something that is happening to you all the fucking time
it gets you sick with a hook,
the short moments it stops happening, all you want is to run and find it
because attention is softer than loneliness
even if it is as sad as an addict tearing off couch cushions, in search of half a dime bag
- but as soon as she stopped looking for a face with eyes to love her
she took a dip in the forest, heard the birds
felt the pine needles on her bare feet bottoms,
sang like Snow White
and found herself an old lumberjack, building a house
it dawned on her that all the wolves and all the pigs and all the fools,
looked real fucking gross
It was on the 19th of June, 2012
That me and you became friends
And our similar tastes ensured it.
It blossomed in our shared love for poetry,
Nurtured by songs of love & future-hopes,
Flourished in our understanding natures.
Hopeful I am that our sun will rise,
Hopeful I am that our son will rise,
Hopeful I am that a daughter will rise too.
flowing like water in a hillside river
your words pour from your mouth
and form cool pools of liquid good vibes in my content ear
i cannot fathom, you have the tangled pathways of my mind mapped out,
your feet know just were to land and where not to stand
i know because your words are pure reflection
of what my inner thoughts are begging to hear
your eyes are the light moon in my dreary midnight sky
your tongue the soft flame that lights my way
your breath so warmly sweet and fresh it is the only thing my aching lungs will accept
your hands bleed colour back into the black and white melancholy my mind has grown accustomed to
i love you (but i hate how i need you)
baby don't be sad
there are times we're all down
but i'll be by your side
reminding you reasons to be happy
honey don't be mad
i'm sorry for all the stress
but i'll be right there
if you need me just to listen
sweetie don't get stressed
pressure isn't good for the mind
and your soul and body deserve better
so i'll be here to cheer you on
i love you too much
to see you stress and suffer
so let me help and ease
whatever troubles you may have
i fell in love, it was beautiful and graceful.
this love brought me alive, filled my being.
i felt elegant, gorgeous, exquisite, wanted.
days passed, blissful, complete, carefree.
one hurtful day, my love fell away from me.
they no longer required me, they crushed me.
burnt me to cinders, like fire on dried firewood.
they left me with nothing, except emptiness.
i was alive without any motive to live.
love killed me from the inside out.
I saw a blossomed lotus
from a blue lake of love;
I plucked one of its petals
later by dusk
it faded away
into your cheeks;
then it became
Your elegant face !
i wake from a nightmare,
a nightmare where i was alone.
i was cold,
frozen to the bone,
and in a lightless place.
i feel my love behind me,
not quite touching,
but there all the same.
my heart flutters in happiness,
still recovering from the scare i got.
i can sense them like a detached limb,
i always know where they are.
they haven’t moved in a while,
they must be in a deep slumber.
i realize its freezing,
roll over and snuggle closer to my love,
a comforting smell,
a warm body.
i reach my fingers out further,
only more coldness.
i stretch my limbs out to resemble a star fish.
touching all corners of my bed.
my heart wavers,
they were never there.
i never had them beside me,
never had been in love.
it wasn’t a nightmare,
it was real.