I was on my way, searching through my Documents and Folders, to do something special with one of my projects (or at least hoping to), when I happened to click on this file. I forgave myself for the goofy bio I'd written after reading the two poems below it, and thinking, I wrote that? I like when that happens.
Haiku—Untitled
My ink bleeds through your
paper as I tattoo your
flesh with my kisses
Love, Unrequited: A Yearning
I see you in my reveries,
your topaz-hued skin, your eyes
a combination of evasion and curiosity.
I hear your voice
resonant with the rhythm of my passion.
You, silver-tongued and pragmatic,
flipped my world outside-in
(and I like it that way).
Your memory etched its home in the pages of my life
and I cannot uninvite you.
I need your company;
I want to feel the richness of your flesh alive against mine,
I want to slow dance to the sound of your voice
I want to finish your sentences
and pick up your thoughts;
I want to write you poetry
and give it to you at the mic.
I want your originality to accent my creativity
so that together
we can make sense of this world,
and make the best of our time in it.
I miss your kiss—
though I've never felt it before,
but I imagine it to be tender, yet burning
with the pain of want—
each time like it's the last time,
and I can't stop staring at you,
cocky, yet humble;
forever endeared to my memory.
