Time
I never had much
For a kiss and touch
Or those other strange
actions that lovers display.  

But
I find myself yearning
For your warm colors
And your succulent sweet.

Only
Took a glance for me
To be set afire inside my mire.
Only a single exchange of words,
And a couple of brushes with your eyes
To set my heart on dreamers time.

Not,
A day goes by that I don't wish
To be graced with your music
And sweet passion.
Not a single moment
Since then.

And
Now comes that holiday
And I'm standing in this checkout aisle
With card and flowers
Hoping with all hope that I'll
Succeed with my words
And gifts of affections.

Will
You be mine?

No card for me
Lies on the mat
No roses or chocolate heart
But I'm ok
And that's a fact
I truly couldn't give a ****!

(C) Pixievic 2016

If I had a hot rod,
I'd ride all the way to your place, so that I can take you to my place
and make you keep me company. So you can prove to me if you can really lay in my arms without doing something that we'll both regret.

If I had the wings of an angel -
it doesn't matter, be it that of a devil -
I'd heed the lesson learned from Icarus's story and use my eyes and racing heart to get to you,
pick you up in my arms, slay all your fears,
and confess some of my secrets.

If I had a private jet,
I'd zoom through the skies this instant,
so I could take you somewhere you haven't been,
and hold you tight, keep your lips occupied,
so you stare at my eager and love-filled eyes  -
not the clouds outside.

But I don't...
And I'm sorry,
sorry that I can't make the distance between our bodies vanish.
I'm sorry,
but for now, I can only wish -
and hopefully in some years to come, I'd remind you of this poem
and we'll laugh - well, you will, while I try to capture the memory
using my elephant memory,
so that I can relive it every time I'm lonely,
or we fight, because I hate tension between you and I.

I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say