Farther Back

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.

JGH, 2004-05