Monthly Archives: December 2012

Some days it snows somewhere..

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I told myself that I would do away with writing silly love poems
 for boys who aren’t yet men,
I am writing more poems about you than necessary,
they are naked apologies
and granulated confessions
and all the grime and grit I let in.
these poems have slithered their way into the ink
of my pens
but
not even a nicely placed comma
can change me
not even a neatly dressed apology
can make me all that you’ve been looking for you
all you’re ready to love
but
You are a bad habit and I am a bad addict
We’re all kinds of wrong for each other
We are ash at the end of a cigarette
Not made to last
Made for the bottom of a shoe
Seconds fleeting
time slips under my thigh
the parasitic nature of first love
has me know that you’ll never leave the ink of my
pen
you’ll never leave the brim of my lips
and when you’re finally a man and you’ve learnt
to love back
my pens, my ink, my keys
and my lips will still write of that boy
that boy who tainted my poetry.

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Conversations…..you’re cold like the ocean

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Me: Come over and make me smile

You: I actually would…if only that ocean was not keeping us apart

Me: I don’t like oceans anymore

You: But they are so beautiful…you have at least that in common with them

Me: You’re cold like the ocean

You: At least some fear me and some may find me majestic

Me: But I don’t mind your waves, I want to be swept away by you

You: But I will crush into you. Are you aware?

Me: I know… I’m not afraid of you.

You: Then let me cover you and pull you into my embraces

Me: I don’t mind your cold, or the dangerous things within you. I don’t hope to be on the shore, I’d rather be right in your waves.

You: I’ll make sure to offer a safe harbor but only after you’ve witnessed a storm

Me: I won’t look out for lighthouses or land or safety boats , I love that you’re an ocean

You: An ocean it is..for you.. anything

Me: For you… everything

You: And I will keep your head up, higher than the water level

Me: I know you’d like to keep me afloat but I don’t mind being immersed in you.

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I breathe with you in mind

DSCN1347Your single-sentenced replies resonate in my being
like they were stanzas Pablo Neruda spat out,
they do to me what hot toast does to butter.
I wish you were easier to love, and harder to miss
Because
when you’re here you have a way of reminding me that you’re not
and when you’re not you have a way of reminding me that you are.
Darn!
You whisper my name and it feels like lace gloves
and warm baths.
And when you stare,you stare with your heart.
When you stare I am no good for reality
nor apologies
because the inaudible flinch of my insides when I see
you look at me with your muscular walls is
worth more and more
and less and less.
And more.
Loving you is first nature to my bones
Ahead of dancing,  or wearing my flesh-coat.
and I cannot say if you’ll ever love me as justly.
I do not know.

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