He speaks to me in poems
Connecting on stanzas of love as his words seep slow like time
He is my favorite prose
The unexplainable as we link words like kisses on love forgiven skin
We are two broken hearts shattered like shotgun feelings to open mind windows
Held together by the faith that love and poetry still coexist
We speak volumes in silence as pens mate with paper
Make words tremble and climax like scratches on back to sheets that bleed metaphors of the thinkable
Derive from vocabic solitude that he is the half to my whole and I am his complete
His inspiration is the color of my soul
The seemingly endless hues of emotion filled hearts that rain love like tears
This feeling is in every color like auras that radiate suns and moons
He is my muse
The courage behind lack of love words tattooed on bared sleeves because this time will be different
He is my favorite poet
...Last Night...
Last night I kissed you while you dreamed
Hoped to intrude with the sweet taste of my heart so you could remember me at dawn
I kissed you a thousand times and whispered thoughts that lay complacent on my mind
In that space and time you were solely mine and we shared moments
I stopped breathing just so we could breathe as one
And gave you my heart every time your beat took a rest
Last night I laid my head on your chest just so I could hear your soul and I lost myself in you
Eyes closed still could not dim your perfection
As lids flutter, slightly open, your eyes are Love’s reflection
In nocturnal states, bodies mend without sexual connections
Erect in dream, mental orgasms subconscious affection
As you hold me closer and kiss me on my neck and
Hand strums the spine of back as you speak my name’s confession
“Baby….I love you”
Last night I kissed you while you dreamed
Hoped to intrude with the sweet taste of my heart so you could remember me at dawn
I whispered love a thousand times and waited for the moment I could look you in your eyes
And say “I love you too”
Hoped to intrude with the sweet taste of my heart so you could remember me at dawn
I kissed you a thousand times and whispered thoughts that lay complacent on my mind
In that space and time you were solely mine and we shared moments
I stopped breathing just so we could breathe as one
And gave you my heart every time your beat took a rest
Last night I laid my head on your chest just so I could hear your soul and I lost myself in you
Eyes closed still could not dim your perfection
As lids flutter, slightly open, your eyes are Love’s reflection
In nocturnal states, bodies mend without sexual connections
Erect in dream, mental orgasms subconscious affection
As you hold me closer and kiss me on my neck and
Hand strums the spine of back as you speak my name’s confession
“Baby….I love you”
Last night I kissed you while you dreamed
Hoped to intrude with the sweet taste of my heart so you could remember me at dawn
I whispered love a thousand times and waited for the moment I could look you in your eyes
And say “I love you too”
...Dial Tone...
You pick up telephone lines dead to forgiving souls as you seek retribution from the free.
I don’t understand you
Allow the dial tone to convey my inner thoughts
Adequately process proclamations that your injustice is rightfully just as you beat Queens like pen to paper for baring a thought.
Concluding with a validating back of the hand for speaking when not spoken to
She worshipped you even when scared to
Allow me my fallen King to understand the unjust in your feeble attempts to reclaim your manhood by hitting her?
Speak to me in volumes
Dwell on the major and minute not sparing a detail
Revisit the beginning transcended to the climatic end of you stored in cell blocks similar to zoo cages for acting an ass
Feed me lies of how 5’3” next to your 6’1” frame ended with you feeling intimidated
Explain how questions lead to a blood stained mouth and locked bathroom door
Fill me with your anger, your miseducation
Your defeat so that this bullshit you spit to me over phone tapped lines can all make sense
You Sir are a coward
No longer worthy of a name
Adorn a scarlet letter like wife beater to your chest as you are one and the same
Tell me; was it easy beating her just to profess you will change?
Process this thought, my non verbal exchange
Dial Tone
Please don’t call here again
I don’t understand you
Allow the dial tone to convey my inner thoughts
Adequately process proclamations that your injustice is rightfully just as you beat Queens like pen to paper for baring a thought.
Concluding with a validating back of the hand for speaking when not spoken to
She worshipped you even when scared to
Allow me my fallen King to understand the unjust in your feeble attempts to reclaim your manhood by hitting her?
Speak to me in volumes
Dwell on the major and minute not sparing a detail
Revisit the beginning transcended to the climatic end of you stored in cell blocks similar to zoo cages for acting an ass
Feed me lies of how 5’3” next to your 6’1” frame ended with you feeling intimidated
Explain how questions lead to a blood stained mouth and locked bathroom door
Fill me with your anger, your miseducation
Your defeat so that this bullshit you spit to me over phone tapped lines can all make sense
You Sir are a coward
No longer worthy of a name
Adorn a scarlet letter like wife beater to your chest as you are one and the same
Tell me; was it easy beating her just to profess you will change?
Process this thought, my non verbal exchange
Dial Tone
Please don’t call here again
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