John Keats
John Keats
John
Please put your scarf on.

I love my curly hair just-out-the-shower wet.
I love being in my naturalness.
Naked
Donning nothing
But a frenzy sea of dripping swirling curls
Whirling around in ripples,
Curling around my naturalness
Flipping and twirling around my *******.

I still fall in love with you sometimes
You give me butterflies sometimes
You know
You sometimes make me feel wanted
Sometimes you make me feel valueable
You sometimes do such things
But then again
I know
I know you dont mean those things
You dont mean the things you do
You dont mean the things you say
But the funny part is
I know
I know your joking
I know its not true love
I know its a play pretend
But yet I still fall for it
I still fall for your sweetness
I still fall for your teasing
I still fall for you

As I awoke to the sun outside
The heavens dried without hope in the sky
I reflect on the sunlight that burns my blind eyes
Kissing my children goodbye
Since the devine clarity is clearly unobtainable
And the memorable moments have all gone and disappeared
I light my cigarette to blacken the tar in my beaten lungs
It calms my nerves
I used but only 8 of my 9 lives
What can possibly cure me??
I question myself
For i alone am my own judge am jury
With one foot already in the grave
I let my suppressed emotions unleashed on an empty page
So as i wait to prove the truth of the after life
Weather it be complete and utter darkness or the beauty of the everlasting light
I want a simple and peaceful death

I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

your eyes search me
looking for scars
that might tell where I’ve been
my body is clean

your words search me
inquiring about my past
and waiting expectantly
my response is brief

your lips search me
feeling for impressions
left by former lovers
I’ve been smoothed over

so I write this poem
to urge you to keep searching
for you are close
and will find me soon