"ndering" poems
I'm thinking,
thinking about you,
thinking about tea,
thinking about you,
My hairs getting long . .
back to the thought of you,
- just a little bit more than I regularly do. . .
and at the same time
a loss of many things,
including yet excluding my five senses
and thought perceptions.
It seems as I had stolen
the package Pandora should have received
-
instead of pain evil and greed-
I have stolen human kind of their
pleasant peaceful heaven plague free planet
for this package received?-
had given me a sense being-
The red liquid that circulated through each vein
had seized in place,
for that fourth of a micro split second
flowed rapidly at a furious pace
I became ALIVE!
beautiful aroma had a life on all its own
attracted and contracted every chill every goosebump
muscle and bone-
but I'm better than that
she needs not know-
that wondrous feeling of whole
or that I crave her . . and more-
at least not now.
I'm focused on her and
she thinks i'm a square
(scoffs)
what a miscalculated play
in the back of my head
I'm just like
what a square thing to say-
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC