Olivia

Olivia Nov 2020

when i first met you, it was your laugh
it comes from deep inside of you and spills into the air
i wanted nothing more than to be the cause of such music
i was entranced!

when i met you next, it was your neck
the way it connects with your jaw gently sloping
i wanted nothing more than to kiss you
i was enraptured!

when i began to fall, it was your smile
that day turned night and the way your lips turn up at the corners
i wanted nothing more than to make you smile forever
i was enchanted!

when i fell still further, it was your hands
the fingers and palms that belong in a museum for they are sculptures
i wanted nothing more than to have your hand grace mine
i was enthralled!

when i knew i loved you, it was you
the way you laugh and smile and speak
how you enunciate your words
your neck and jaw and hands and arms
your heart and soul and mind
the aphrodite standing before me always
somehow giving me her time

when i knew i loved you, it was you.

Olivia Oct 2020

Slip

The happiness falls like rain
Only to drip through my outstretched fingers
Turning to the inevitable, inimical, immutable mud of you.

I dredge through this monotony so often that it becomes routine
The muck which traps me so wholly feels natural
It flows like a river.

And then I remember you and I am frozen
The boulders which obstruct my path double in size
And I slip beneath your filth.

Olivia Oct 2020

Late Sunshine's Sadness

I watched the roofs of the buildings
The turrets, spiraling
Fresh August.

I closed the window
The noise, overwhelming
Metallic singing.

I lay in the bed
The city, wailing
Blanketed shouting.

I woke in the morning
The ground, sinking
Unstable standing.

Olivia Sep 2020

Unto You

I have built unto you an empire,
Do not leave, I entreat;
Stay here for still longer.

These halls which I have made,
Dwell in them, I beg;
Remain here for some while.

I have built unto you a castle,
Do not depart; I urge;
Live here for such time.

These turrets which I have drawn,
Linger upon them, I beseech;
Rest here for this spell.

Olivia Sep 2020

Happy With Me

I think I’m starting to become happy with myself.

Olivia Sep 2020

your music

i listen to your music until i become numb to the words which once electrified me

Olivia Sep 2020

You Don't Like Synonyms

You don't like synonyms.
But I love, adore, revel in their verbosity.
You don't like synonyms.
But I delight, relish, worship in their volubility.

You don't like symbolism.
But I stand staring at the dark clouds which surround you.
You don't like symbolism.
But I stop and look at the ray of light filtering through.

You don't like words.
But the amorous phrases force their way out of my throat.
You don't like words.
And it was I who said the ones that ended it.