I am jealous
of all the hands you’ve held,
the lips you have kissed,
bodies you’ve held,
the breaths that you have gasped;
with everyone else
And after me.
I am jealous of the
fantasies you dream
the girls you think about
those phone calls you make,
and the messages you send,
to those that are not ‘me’.
Dear darling boy,
what have you turned me in to
and why do you torture me like this;
with the glances, slip of words,
the knowing smiles and instant hellos.
Choose me or them;
I can’t share you with anyone else.
Words that does not matter
Has the ability to break
Things that does.
and midnight kisses.
Fishing in the ocean
and rendezvous in the wild.
Love struck gazes
and bear hugs in the night.
My iridescent happiness;
In a world full of temporary chaos – temporary relationships, people, feelings and love – you and my feelings for you, are the only constants.
songs of mockery,
as the strings
of my heart
Hearts as cold
as the weather outside.
A year older
A lesson wiser,
Raindrops will patter down your window
Just like the lies whispered in the quiet of the patter.
Tell me a synonym for bitterness –
an unusual noun
for you and I.
There was once a man
I thought was poetry.
But when the rain drummed heavy
on the tin roof of hearts,
The words blotted off the waterproof paper
and bled in to an ugly smudge,
of forgotten promises, beautiful melodies
and whispered secrets,
strung together whilst collecting rain drops,
and turning them into pearls –
of vowels and metaphors,
and rhymes and sonnets,
of fictitious love and forever friendship.
I yearn for the kind of love that takes your hand and marvel at its softness, just because.
The kind of love that glances at you every few seconds, the kind that cannot keep its fingers to himself – just a touch, face, cheek, hand, hair – a stroke of a brush – because his hands were meant to feel the nooks and lines and velvety touch of you.
The kind of love that is so amazed by you, there is a need to brush his fingers on you, to know you are real.
The kind of love that is impatient to talk to you, to hear from you. The kind of love that melts away the hours.
The kind of love that embraces your thoughts, expressions and opinions and is thirsty for more.
The kind of love that calls you at three a.m just to marvel at you and the sleep-heavy voice.
The kind of love that digs through the pages of worn out books and lines of poetry to show you the world you love from his eyes.
The kind of love that fights for you.
The kind of love that understands your spirit.
The kind of love that truly desires to reveal your personality.
The kind of love that puts you first. Before friends, plans, situations, convenience.
The kind of love that turns your name in to a poem.
The kind of love that captures your every move, every laugh, every emotion.
The kind of love, that love desires.
The kind of love that is spoken of through stories spanning centuries before, in a new gleaming light.
The kind of love that just knows what you need.
The kind of love that is not afraid.
The kind of love that is a prayer that escapes your lips with soft breaths and deep sighs.
The kind of love that waves goodbye to the deep setting loneliness that eat away your bones.
The kind of love that keeps you awake with a smile playing on your lips.
The kind of love that calls for midnight drives to nowhere.
The kind of love that puts music in your feet and dances with you on a dark street between here and somewhere.
The kind of love that hears music in your laughter, songs in your words and peace in your voice.
The kind of love that barefeet and sandy shores is jealous of.
The kind of love that has no limitations.
The kind of love that surpasses all else.
The kind of love that is brimming over a vintage China vase, delicate, beautiful, fragile and exotic.
The kind of love that marvels at you.
The kind of love that introduces happiness.
The kind of love that celebrates you.
The kind of love everyone deserves, but hardly receives.
The kind of love that builds you a home within its walls and decorates it with his love.
What are the words
you’d carefully choose
If I were to ask you
to describe me
and the things you love about me?