3 | 31 Poems for August 2017

Love, I understand, that I may never fully understand you.
I want the chance to always hold you tight like a pair of Levi’s jeans.
It doesn’t really matter whether they are black or blue.
As long as these hands always get the chance to hold and caress you.
Love, I know you want the world but I can only give you mine.
It’s not much but I hope it gradually becomes a place where you’ll always want to spend some quality time.
On days when it gets harder to breathe or speak, I recommend *****.
You’re a woman with substance and I’m drawn to your melanin.
Beautiful cocoa butter skin, what’s there not to love about you?
Your love is never enough; I’m always left yearning for more.
In a world ravaged by cold wars, we need to know what we’re fighting for.
I understand that I may never understand the struggles you always go through.
Life will bend and stretch the both of us into painful shapes and that’s why we all need someone to talk to.
Sometimes we tend to forget how it feels when someone listens.

You’re more than just dimples, curves and a pretty face.
You’re more than just punchlines, metaphors and similes.
You are a woman with substance and I’m drawn to your melanin.
Each day I find more reasons to fall deeper in love with you.
On days when it gets easier to breathe and speak, I recommend wine.
I understand, that I may never fully understand you.
But after all, what’s the world without enigma?

WHERE are they who want thousand bottles of wine?
Just a bunch of cowards and clowns went away...

Fake cartographer and some roadside circus guys

The restraurant's waitress asked them to get home,
Removing lip globs in the corners of their lips ...

Did not know there was a Dead reaching out to the neck,
Did not stop in the marching room of a bottle of wine,
Just a poet on the edge, hiding in the rhyme line!

Where are they who want thousand bottles of wine?

he asked her over dinner
"have you ever been in love"

she smiled into the bottom of her empty wine glass
"i have
          and it killed me"

s.s

Let me take you back
to the time we both first met,
Still fresh in my mind

Carefully planned out
My birthday celebration;
A lovely surprise

Taken to Wine U,
The Big Bosses' "Paradise";
That's where I found you

Little did I know
The place housed my Ma'am's secret;
Ulterior motive

Arrived at seven,
Hand-kissed by a neat waiter;
Not my cup of tea

Settled on Merlot
A Cabernet Sauvignon;
Heaven in a glass

Air filled with laughter,
Music and the smell of beer,
I still felt empty

Tipsy on red wine
Whispered the waiter, "Let's smoke!"
Sighing, I followed

That's when I saw You
The one engrossed in his phone,
I wondered, "Who's that?"

"Oh, this is our Chef!"
Introduced the waiter, who
Spoke highly of You

Small, little, quick chat
What You do, and where You're at
I ditched the waiter

The following week
I returned; for wine and You,
Excitement ruled me

This time, Jager bomb
was my partner for the night;
My sanctuary

Clock struck Eleven,
The corner of my eye caught
a familiar form

Too much sexiness
in a man dressed so simple,
You must be a dream

My heart pulsated,
butterflies in my stomach,
No words came to me

A polite offer
made by my Ma'am - "Join us, Dean!"
That wasn't my plan

You stood next to me
My heart was pounding madly
"Just one drink", You said

"Why don't You sit down?"
I eyed the stool beside me
"Nah, I love to stand."

Another round came
Still, You didn't budge from your spot
I knew You're staying

We chat, joked and laughed
Amidst others' loud chatters;
I was Your focus

Minutes went by, and
alas, we found comfort in
each other's presence

My mind went astray
in between sips and Your stare;
Pictured us kissing

What a great vision;
If it was only US there,
I'd have made my move

Clock struck Four-Thirty
I didn't want the night to end;
Yellow cab waiting

With a heavy heart,
I left the wonderful place;
I'll see you again

A college in Mexico with axioms lust
those lines on faces did entrust
a river at the horizon
when there was tea ground from leaf
there on vacation why she enhanced parlay
my sojourn would last today
and glory was in this backseat
she ready did *** her mind with me.  
While her lowrider really ran so grand
there a nest of hill myna together
a divine incline cropped her china
and while I toasted her varietal grape.

ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢
𝔖𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔰
𝔄 𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔟
𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔪 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔣
𝔒𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔢
ℑ𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔢'𝔡 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨
𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔉𝔢𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔞𝔯𝔶
ℭ𝔶𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫