You are such a sweetheart I see you as an appreciative woman of art You speak to me in the sweetest of tones I just want to share a couple of ice cream cones You bring me joy on a daily basis It soothes my soul like I'm in a desert and your words are my oasis Someone might say I'm over exaggerating But having you in my life is such a blessing I am truly hoping this poem doesn't scare you away I just want to show my appreciation in the greatest possible way Poetry is how I share my love and affection for those close to my heart I've befriended woman that tore my heart apart But you make my heart positively swell That is why I wanted to dedicate this poem to you: Joelle.
I've been getting to know this woman and she's been really supportive of everything I've been going through lately so i dedicated this poem to her
I fell short of matching all of the stars in space with the raindrops that made its way to Earth Instead, I matched the stars in your eyes with the old pain's last breath and otherworldly love's first The clouds have opened back up for business, booming thunder and zooming lightning Somewhere there, the flash of your smile The beat of your heart The coolness of your waters that quench my thirst for you
It's natural to look at nature au naturale Like Italians and Nigerians talking with hands as expressive as Deaf lovers relay romantic verses Clear, nimble fingers that massage my soul within the cumulonimbus and nimbostratus Fueling, flooding, fostering the gods' apparatus
You The final form of unfinished paintings Give birth to worthwhile wishful thinking On my mind like taxes and teacher's lesson plans A soft brush adjusting to the sky's new hues kissed like ones we've missed or knew A masterpiece in pieces of Vishnu's vision for when he returns to look for Lakshmi Hopefully time will not be Shiva to end this for me
How does it feel to be adored by Indra, when showers descend and drench the deepest ditches to force creation of drawbridges for those dire to cross your path again?
maybe you will think maybe you will feel we all have reasons we all have decisions we all have explanations does it count does it matter will it evaluate who we are will it assess our personality sometimes it will take seconds or minutes or years what if it takes 100 years to get back again to turn that chance again to hug her again to say you love her to say sorry to make her feel she's the one she's the only one of all the hundreds
I just want to say, right from the start, that I loved her.
Not in the neon bright light, two a.m. sparkling pavement, uptown New York City way. No, much more in the ice-cold Dos Equis’ beading in the summer dusk sunlight way, and in the way the sound they made when slid to us across scarred wooden bars.
Or maybe in the way she laughed when her fingers became tangled when she held a pool cue, and the way she didn’t care when she missed the ball completely – and then laughed some more.
But mostly in the way when faced with the poet’s choice of cowardice or courage, how she scratched furiously along the page, her thoughts spilling shamelessly across the white until she rested and read the words she had written, and when she knew she was no closer to immortality, the way she reached for another page.
As midnight hit, I lay in the warmth of a near spilling tub. Silence pollutes four steamed walls, echoes of pitter-patter From the infant upstairs, distant voices from the movie My mother watched in another room, an occasional drip Of the hot tap, the scrape of ink across damp paper, A slurp of tea between my lips, are the only sounds.
I should have been washing, instead I thought of your hand Caressing a blade across my legs, your shampoo soaked fingertips Tickling at my scalp, your mouth pinching kisses from my *******, Your eyes following soap suds descending down silky skin.
My chin rests upon my knee, tea leaks from wet lips Staining a pale leg, dispersing beneath the surface, The water browns, so I bathe in tea and sugar The sweet stench unable to distract me from you.
I saw you in a dream unexpected but nonchalant as you always are, your skin touched mine and sunlight covered us both. It felt like summer, like time had stopped and never progressed to the moment you let go of whatever was left of love and affection and reverence. I awake to chilly night air, no sun nor arms to warm me I check my phone, it's two a.m. It's cold.
How is it that even now you still haunt my dreams?