I am
Completely
Entirely
Fully
Wholly
Utterly
Absolutely
Unconditionally
Unreservedly
downright
In love with
You

i can only see us
as two grown ups
sipping drinks
with little versions of us
asleep in their beds.

two old souls can’t be a young couple.
see you in 15 years.

I too , just like you ,wait for what inspires me.
For if i write , i am consciously taking the responsibility,
To offer leisure activity , and a lesson.
Adaptable to every person , who has a burden ,
Or not
Doesn't matter , because i hit the right spot.

It is a self healing method i earned,
Long ago , i learned not to be concerned
Because,
Energy can neither be created nor destroyed , only transformed.

We are patterned.

Shift your fixation.
Love is attitude and behavior.
You don't need a savior.


Words Of Harfouchism

waking up this morning
to inhale and realize
you haven't tasted air this fresh
in so long
your starved lungs gasp
and they expand
in relief and worship
your skin feels the sun rays
and you realize that the
trees have grown so tall
they are tapping at your windows
and the sunrays
are playing hide and seek
in between
waking up this morning
to realize that the sky
is a new shade of blue
with some yellow, some purple
a whole lot of orange
wondering why people wait on rainbows
when skies like these exist
there is a freshness in the air
there is a jump in my step
has that engraved pathway always been so beautiful
have those flowers always been so bright?
i notice the freckles on my roommates cheeks
i notice how red and grand the hair of the girl in my anthropology class shines
i notice that my glasses are such a lovely shape
and my eyes look so big and brown and light and deep
my curls are so warm to me, they treat me so well
and the color orange kisses my golden skin
waking up this morning
to inhale and realize
today is a beautiful day;
this is a beautiful life
and i am doing better than just okay.

i was 7 when i learned
what a cemetery was
we were walking through
the number of headstones
with names and dates
written upon them

i asked my father
what this place was
he grabbed my hand
that felt so small in his
he looked down at me with his hazel eyes
and said
it's where people go
when their time with us is up

i looked around
at the dozens of stones
and asked
how many are there?
he said
i haven't counted
so i said
that
someone should

when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity