Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss
her beautiful and let her
nestle in your arms
Bring your bristly mouth
to ours, and give us the stars
we've been waiting for.
Sing. Take the guitar
and strum the strings but careful;
we might fall in love.
You deserve credit
for your courage and backbone.
Boy, you are so strong
You don't always have
to be tough, and hold it in,
be the strong silent type
It's okay. Let go.
Yes, being a man is hard
but you can let go.
Boy, please know your virtue.
You bring food to our famine.
The hunger, the thirst.
Who wouldn't want you?
Whose wicked appetite
couldn't you answer?
If you're wondering,
well, boy, the answer is yes.
She still loves you.
There were signs, signals
but you just couldn't read them.
She still loves you.
Why must you always
complicate love? Just take it.
Just take it and smile.
Boy, are you aware
of how destructive you are?
We could die for you.
Should we blame her?
Blame Aphrodite for this,
this pain and longing?
Boy, you're beautiful.
Limbs and muscle and talent;
we will never understand.
You are not flesh, blood.
You are made of energy,
and you can bring light.
You can give so much.
A feeling, a beginning,
a home, an escape.
You give nirvana,
with a love so tremulous
and complicated.
Boy, you're everything.
The might-have-beens, the maybes,
and the what-could-bes.
You are our focus,
our soothing sense of being,
simple, instinctual.
Boy, you are so much.
Millions of poems have been
written just for you.
We want to know you
collect little pieces of you
and memorize you.
unfinished
Haikus are hard!