I dug too deep into that
wound and now I don't
know where I stand with
you, but I put myself here
so I can't complain anymore.

You kiss the same way that I expect a father to kiss his child.
Tenderly, and with such hesitation that always made me wonder
exactly what it was about me, that made you recoil in horror
as I proclaimed my love to you, season after season,
as summer fell into fall,
and fall beckoned winter to kiss at the trees leaves,
and spring lapped at the frost bitten grass and provided
life to the ground in which we spent every Sunday morning
walking upon.

I often asked myself precisely what it was about me that you did not like.
Maybe it was the way I tucked my hair behind my ear,
or didn't even brush or care for my hair at all,
or the way I can never finish a book,
or finish any exams or tests,
or even a piece of writing I proclaim to be 'my best piece yet'.
Or maybe, it was the same thing about me which my father
protested to hate before he left.

To love me,
To curse me,
To have me,
To nurse me,
To bless me,
And mess me.

I want you...
To want me to want you...

To feel me,
To guide me,
To thrill me,
To ride me,
To ease me-
And tease me.

I want you...
To want me like I want you...

To kiss me,
To hug me,
To miss me,
To bug me,
To watch me-
Or touch me.

I want you...
To want me to want you...

Keep Smiling

Someday
I will hug you one last time
Someday
Our hearts will ache cause of saying goodbye
Someday
We will kiss and our tears will mix
Someday
The inevitable will take place
I fear that day
For after Someday
We might not breathe the same air together
Again.

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.