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Nov 2019
It is morning
The winter glow of the sun
Gently kisses my tan curtains
My tan skin slowly fades
Into a brisk pale white
I adjust, wear more clothes
I run and make myself sweat
Taking the time to incubate
Contemplate
Meditate
Regurgitate
My life, my past
In order to become better
Happier even.

We fill our flasks up with
A flowery filled little bit of
Space, sweet baby
My mind thinks on you with nothing
But adoration
In all of your natural glory
The ink on your skin
Showing me where you too, have been
Coffee cups, I love it when you wake up
And act like you live here too
I love it when you look on me
Your brown eyes glimmering
Like I'm it
Like I'm the one you have been waiting for all this time.

I hope this poem isn't too obtrusive
And that you can take some well deserved time
To watch your favorite movies
Work on your craft
Rest your beautiful and eccentric mind
While I kick up dust
My arms wide open
For you, and you alone.

It is nearly the weekend
I think as I prepare to finally crash and burn
Right on into it
I've been trying to write more
As I do the first strong mental check in
I've done in a long time
Where I clock the faces around me
That stand next to me so strong
With such love
And remember I am worthy
I am deeply lovable.

I know I questioned just how to
Attempt to be your perfect woman
But we both know perfection ain't interesting
And I think on that time
In the summer
When you said you loved it
When I sent you poems
Or the time I read some of them out loud to you
And my eyes and heart well up
Thinking back on how you teared up
And held me so tight
Easing with such love such grace
Like I make you the happiest anyone ever has
Into me, into my skin, into my heart
With your heart, with your skin, with your love
You so simply surrendered to me
I've never had anyone
So easily love me
For me.

And thats been part of the journey baby
Thats been part of whats been so new for me baby
I look at you and its all new
I look at you and I see this is the real deal
I look at you and I feel a beautiful joyous pain
Because with you and me
With me and you
It's the closest I've ever come.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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