Tag: poem

Painting.

I paint your body from memory,

I hope you haven’t forgotten me.

I love your body in my mind,

I can still feel you touching me.

I love your body in my mind,

your words are still caressing me.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but the universe blocks the energy.

I try to touch your body with my heart,

but I am protected from things not meant for me.

–S.

You Are.

YOU are

photons in the dark,

beauty in a sea of ugly,

a rose growing from concrete,

rain in a drought,

sunshine in the winter,

love in the midst of hate,

pleasure erasing pain.

YOU are,

more than I ever fantasized about,

better than my dreams,

my one,

bursting at the seams.

YOU are,

the music to my every lyric,

I’ll shout it from the mountain top,

I want the whole world to hear it.

–S.

Clean.

Bathe me in flowers.

Bathe me with your arms.

Bathe me in your breath.

Bathe me with your flesh.

Bathe me with your love.

Bathe me with your trust.

Bathe me in your honesty.

Bathe me in your nearness.

Surround me with candles.

Surround me with your scent.

Surround me with your dreams.

Surround me with your fantasies.

Build me up with your inspiration.

Build me up with your touch.

Build me up with your promise.

I bask in your glory.

I fall at your feet.

I run my fingers through your hair,

I am home,

I am here.

–S.

Ghost Stories.

I am walking with your ghost again,

through fields filled with weeds, abandoned store parking lots, and cemeteries you now call home.

I am walking with your ghost again,

through empty playgrounds, the haunted city asylum, and the forest where you told me your first secret.

I am walking with your ghost again, through buildings where our laughter no longer echoes, on rusty train tracks, to the last place we were whole.

I am walking with your ghost again,

but you are fading as the sun is climbing the sky.

I am walking along again,

bracing myself for your millionth goodbye.

–S.

Nothing & Everything.

Even if we lived in the ghetto, it would be all good. You’re my suit of armor, I’d survive in the hood.

Even if flowers were nonexistent in our yard, you’re my dozen roses and a greeting card.

Even if our car sat on two flats, you’re my range rover – leather, and all black.

Even if we used candles most of the time to supply our light, you’re my chandelier keeping the ceiling bright.

Even if our paychecks went to zero right after bills, you’re my two story house, paid off, somewhere in the hills.

Even if police sirens could be heard every night, you’re my comfortable silence every day including tonight.

Even if our walls were bare with no color, you’re my original Michelangelo with hues brighter than the summer.

Even if our cupboards were bare, you’re my stocked pantry – ain’t no room in there.

Even if vacations were never a possibility, you’re my white sandy beach providing serenity.

Thank you for everything that you do, because even if I had nothing, I’d still have everything, and that’s you.

–S.