Poetry for Thought

Trying to put together a thought process, TRYING. might have failed, you are welcome to help me articulate :)

Title: Friendly

I don’t want to fall head first in love,

Why can’t we start with being friends?

Did you love your friend the day you met them?

That intense deep love.

No; it took you years to say I love you.

So, I want to be friends,

Maybe we can kiss,

Maybe we can get naked,

But I don’t want to love you.

Not instantly,

Not head over heels,

Losing myself suddenly.

Years would pass,

And then we’d be friends,

And then you’d meet the real me,

And fall in love again.

Why won’t you meet me now?

And let me meet you?

Why jump, when we can walk a bit longer.

Let’s get to know each other,

And then love will come easily.

Leave that “in love” at the door,

And let’s be friends.

Do you want to get flirty and friendly with me?

Thoughts

Day 11

Screams filled with silence,
Eyes filled with words,
Silence willed with laughter,
Words willed without you.

Poetry for thought

Day 10

Title: Closer

 

Wrapped in your smile,

Unwrapped in your heart.

Folded within your palm,

Unfolded in your arms.

Closer, come a little closer,

Let me breathe.

Wrapped in your imagination,

Unwrapped in your haze.

Folded in the pages of your skin,

Unfolded in the kisses you leave behind.

Closer, come a little closer,

Let me hear you one last time.

Poetry for thought

Day 6

29 March 2016

Why won’t you sing to me?

Can’t you see I would be your best audience?

Why won’t you call me?

Don’t you know I would answer?

Why won’t you say all that you hide?

I’m still waiting; and in your silence I know the answers.

The Series: Love Moment

There is no place like home when your fingers untangle me along with my hair. Fingers tracing through my heart, my mind and finally to the tips of my hair. Untangle me once more. 

Sitting by the window I wait for the rains. You come in, with your book, brush my hair and find a spot at my feet. The smile that you flash at me could end wars. Has anyone told you that? Your eyes dart past pages looking for the book mark; my eyes can’t stop looking at you. I look out the window, wondering if this is what people call love. Who knows; it may just be a moment; a fleeting moment of warmth. I find my way into your lap, you make space almost expecting me there. One hand holds the book, the other finds its way into my hair. You say, like you were ordering a cup of coffee at a busy restaurant, “We should go to the beach soon. I like how your hair feels when we are at the beach.” So casually, still reading, it never has the intensity it should. Your body feels like I could stay there forever. As I wait for the rains, watching the world go by, I fall asleep and wake up to you still reading; as I look up, you put the book away and kiss me.

I know this kiss; I know this means you are not letting me fall asleep again.