Complete,

And utter chaos.

Complete.

And utter, “Chaos.”

Soft, blush skin,

Aches to sink into their rightful place,

Press into their fleshy counterpart,

Yearns to push their sweet companion,

Longs to touch, to taste,

Form into the contours of a mirrored feature.

And nervously dances slurred words about,

Just behind their surface,

To tell you to kiss them ever so gently.

As the sun sets upon the horizon,

Without poetic justice,

I do not prevail.

My mind troubled,

Obfuscated by the irony,

Of everyday situations.

Purity,

Tarnished.

Joy,

Vexed.

As the sun sets.

This is my poem,

My collection of strung together words,

Add a hidden meaning,

A metaphor or two,

But altogether it doesn’t matter,

The interpretation isn’t up to you.

My remedy,

My penance,

My salvation,

Rests on your smile.

I lie awake,

Listening to the rain’s gentle lullaby,

But even nature’s song cannot soothe me,

Like the touch of your skin to mine.

You leave me in a whirl of loving thoughts,

Left behind in a delightful loving daze,

Patiently awaiting your loving return,

For you to resume your loving ways.