Once

Once we were something
something beautiful skimming the lines of perfect
once we were almost broken, almost wrecked
once we sat together and tried to mend
this broken world's ideas of love
once we laughed our lungs out and learned from our silliness
we wrote and shared and wrote again
and to passing time stayed oblivious.
Once you were my 3 am call
and I was your chi, your safe fall
once, with you here, nothing else mattered,
nothing at all
Once, you danced your way into my mind
and I worded through your soul
Once, we said we'd never grow old.
Once, we were warming hearts that had vowed to stay cold.
Once upon another time,
you allowed me to hold your hand in mine,
and we ran towards a gush of infinity
life hitting us in the face
taking our breaths away
leaving us with so much to say
and yet no words needed.
And when we finally slowed down,
we uttered not a sound,
yet the noise between us
stayed evident and profound.
We breathed deeply, and smiled
lives later we sat on a bench
surrounded by many
but caring only for one another
we breathed deeply, and smiled
you've always been the breath I love inhaling
every once in a while.

Poetry

Someday, I will write poetry for you
I will write about how the dots in the night skies
pale in comparison to the sparkle in your eyes
I will write about how you make heads turn
and hearts yearn, and souls burn for your love
I will write about how you were sent from above
I will write about how you smell of vanilla one moment
the next, bubble gum.
I will write about the tunes you hum.
I will write about your hair and the clothes you wear
and the blogs you share
and the causes you care
For you, not a blank page I will spare.
And you will learn what it is to be a muse
to inspire a writer to put her words to use
effortlessly, you will become the epitome of my universe
Seamlessly, you will become my poetry
Some day I will write you.
Someday, like today, poetry will become you.

No Joy But Lacks Salt

In your un-moving, consistent manner
you stay right, kind and constant
you wanton away those moments that call for change
you stay, the same, stationary
and what joy you bring while you're at it
what joy you bring
what songs they sing
for you, about you, around you
they ground you, keep you who you are
keep you from straying far
many a folk have turned fool to your joke
but they awoke
because after all that time,
after all those rhymes,
Joy was beautiful
it was life giving,
it was exhilarating
exciting
inviting
enticing
but not enough
for it lacked salt
and it felt tasteless.

Distant

From where I stand now,
I'm left wondering how
such beauty on earth is not worshiped
such grace not revered.
For this species of beauty shouldn't go unheard.
From this distance,
everything falls in perspective,
everything falls in place.
From this distance,
I'm allowed space,
to properly gaze at your sky for a face,
graced with the shine of the stars for eyes,
and a warm smile that's all truth with a touch of lies.
For there is sensuousness in your walk,
and intellect in your talk.
You are all jazz and soft piano tunes,
your pain, as invisible as your wounds.
From a distance I can see
that we may never be.
From a distance, I tread carefully,
from a distance, you are heavenly.
From a distance I know
Distant is all we'll ever be.

Chase

Oh and if there's anything I've learned about her,
It is that she loves the chase.
She wants the banter, a flirty back and forth,
for her, love isn't about haste.
She wants to taste
what it's like to have wit on her tongue
and the lips of her lover.
She walks away to see if you'll hover.
She wants to drive you to the end of your tether,
and then  trace your jaw lovingly,
with a smile, entrancing, a touch like feather.
May I add how she loves the stormy weather,
how the roaring thunder chases after lightening,
and how the tides hug the shore
in an embrace that's rather frightening.
She wants the give and take,
She wants to wake
to a teasing touch
that feels like an honest 'I love you much'.
She loves the subtext,
the hidden yet evident intent,
subtleties and meaningful stares,
big hints, small cares.
She likes being a mystery
she likes unraveling one too
she's afraid shes more in love with the chase
than she is in love with you. 

Dear Soul

Dear soul,
There are things about her that you'll never forget. Things like:
The way she flips her hair from side to side
The way she talks
The way she walks
The way she smiles and the way she laughs
The way she embraces and the way she greets
The way her eyes lit up when you'd meet
The way she ridiculed your silliness
Yet entertained you in your illness
The way she loses her cool and  gets mad
The way she closes in on herself when she feels low and bad
The way she kisses you to make you glad
The taste of her lips and the feel of her hips
The taste of her tongue and how she made you feel so young
The touch of her hand and the feeling of her palm
The beauty of her flaws and how she always stayed calm
The imperfect ways she had to become perfect in your eyes
The sudden calls at night to tell you to look up at the star-filled skies
The way she'd bit her lip when she didn't know you were looking
Or those surprise Sundays when she said she was cooking
Those walks down the shore and those kisses at her door
The never having enough of her, always wanting more.
The way she drowned herself in her tears and looked to you to be her hero
The way she let you hold her when a friend turned foe
How her smile reached her eyes and shone like the sun
How you knew she was going to be the one.
The way she whispered hi, the way she finally said goodbye
Goodbye.
Dear soul,
There are things about her that you'll never forget.
Things about her that'll never grow old
Like the love you shared, late nights in her bed,
The taste of her mouth, sweet, confident, never a doubt
The smell of her hair, lingers on the pillow there
And while none of it seems fair, you can't help but care.
There are things about her you won't let go
Things like her love, her mind, her beautiful, beautiful, angelic soul.
Her soul, and your love for it, will never grow old.

We'll Get There

They know.
they look at us,
and they know.
Maybe it shows.
I know.
when I look at you,
O how I know!
I know that you're the one
and I can look at you for days
never tire of your face
I could gaze in awe
at every contour
and every dip and plane of your face
But there is pain on your face
because they know.
because they're watching me looking at you.
and they know.
I want to protect you from their piercing gaze
protect us from them calling us a phase.
Oh they'll never see,
they're all crazed.
I'm counting the days,
and all the ways,
until and how
we can be one;
until and when
we won't need to fear guns
and looks, and stones and bombs
stay calm, my love
we will reach there
there where we can love free
there where I will love you openly
there when you and I
can unashamedly be we.