Insert appropriate metaphor here
some flourishing
elegant
representation of
whatever the **** is going on
inside me
because
god knows
if there is one
that I don’t even know
how to talk about
this
whatever
“this” is
maybe if I just put
another brilliant
and articulate
simile here
or maybe an allusion or quote
that perfectly captures
and labels this pain
and fear
yes
that’s it
I feel
better already
isn’t poetry great?

The breath that comes from your lungs.
The saliva on your lips.
The taste of your soul,
They all meet the passion on my tongue.
And the thick aroma of our uniting mouths can be smelled cities away.
The smell is caught by young lovers,
Lovers in trees, sharing a first kiss
And it smells like the love of home
The love of kissing a scraped knee
Of holding her hand on the way to class
Of his *** thrusting into your mind...
Making you..
Crazy.
The kind of crazy people only dream of,
The "Movie" kinda crazy
The "Impossible" crazy
The "If only this moment would never end.." ...
Crazy.
But I have questions when I'm with you,
And you answer them all before I ask...
With the breath of your lungs
The saliva on your lips
and the taste
of Your soul.

squawking while sitting in a tree , watching an outside event
on a massive screen.
I slowly take on the characters of a soap opera
all the bad bits that cannot deal with life.
So I flick over the channels to be mildly entertained
while the adverts are on, and come across a picture of myself
with the slogan beneath my beaming smile calling for the abolition of anything anyone wants for a full ten years, guaranteed to make your day.

dancing along your tongue
under your breath
names of lovers hide

those you side glanced
winked an eye at
chased around streets

young so very young
to be in love
lovers scrawled in chalk

a handful of magic
the poems you wrote
in secret, secret, love