love – Page 4 – Poétique

Empty Room

Mattress in an apartment
Building not completely
Abandoned but certainly
Left behind defenestrate
Hells bells holding on
By a windowsill

Just a bit of chocolate
Could bring out my best Superman
Why is she hunting me down
Pheromones heightened
Scent of a lover or
Leftover shudders

Obviously something there
Flowers in the courtyard
Down below the whistling
Of a passerby and a possibility
Dry heat dry hump
Clothing pressed against me
Breathe deep long and wide

How did we get here anyway
It’s all so confusing yet
Laying here looking at the ceiling
Somehow I’m glad that
It happened

Are we bad or is this good?
The stoics would say it’s neither
I can hear river music in my head
Too many things to do
Before we’re dead
Many reasons to keep alive
A mattress, you and me
And an otherwise
Empty room

Beforehand

Oh no. Now you won’t think
I’m amazing anymore
Was my behavior flagrant
Who could tell but his insides

She was my secret weapon
And my worst enemy

Would you have cared
If she resented you
In the way mine did me?

Should our lovers resent us?

I just wanted to be your friend
To somehow empower you
Find a sidewalk that never ends

Not trying to become a billionaire
And if I was, not at the expense of others
Rich with friendships perhaps
That’s a wealth to be happy for

The longer we know each other
A better possibility to deepen
Connection and also the more it
Can hurt when she says
I already have a person
Even if you were only
Best friends once upon a time

Dislimn

Holy shit! It’s happening
He said to himself as they
Began to devour one another
Next moment coming to
On the floor rolling around
So glad the thoughts inside
His head weren’t capable
Of finding their way out
On their own without
His lips which were
Currently occupied anyhow

It’s not either or
It’s both and
Snap to
Making love in a car on a
Hot summer rainy night
Going at it and getting
Away with something
Or at least it felt like it

What is it to tell our story
With passion and emotion
And then find ourselves in the
Swarmth of it all making
Concoctions of the unknown
Into cocktails that would
Keep us in a light state
Of inebriation or something
Like a burn that left a tattoo
On our skin we could
Never forget

Ask me later
Tell me now

It’s a little bit of everything
Dislimn and the beginning of new love
With all the roots we could
Possibly need to foresee
What enchanted possibilities
Awaited the absence of
Our love making and the
Start of a new chapter
In someone else’s book

Something

Assuming the worst
Is a broken record
Someone made a noise
They didn’t want you to hear
Quiet not making it loud enough
For anyone to observe but
Somehow you can anyway
Even talking to strangers
Is an art but you don’t
Have to prove that you can
It’s already happening
Just open your mouth
And say ahhhh
Immediately or momentarily
Grab control by knowing
How not to be in it
Pretty damn close to
Where you know that
You’re supposed to be
It’s not like you’re trying
You’re just bitching about
What’s not there
Why not go for it
Ask for yourself
Or would you rather
Just talk about what’s
Not there and
Do something about it

Spontaneity

He never used to be so structured
Like he couldn’t have a spontaneous
Phone call before just pick it up
Why must everything be so scheduled
A bad habit he acquired from some
Long lost friend along the way

My gawd just to have someone to
Do it with to share the bliss
For even fleeting moments to
Feel the light of exchanging in the thing
That you’re doing because it’s
So much more delicious than
To do it only for yourself
Even if it can be done

Stepping in and out of the garden
He could feel both the end and the
Beginning of something real that
Had already happened and was
About to again but the timeline
Inferred a lot of when when when
And the moments of waiting were
Written in the dictionary as
Inescapably endless

Capture confidence in each other
In the face of a rose and the sun
In your eyes when you smile
Although I’ve yet to see that while
All the evidence of a new tomorrow
Lands in the home of our beloved
Untold future which hangs under
A moon of passionate unknowns
A reverie for spontaneity

Unkind

They can’t defend themselves
The gentle and vulnerable sweet
Taking hope in the arms
Those who can’t stand
To love them completely
To defend them with their blood
Use your hands to protect them
From war
Don’t use your fists on them
Defenseless precious
You don’t know better beautiful creatures
The one who hurts them
Who can’t help their innocent ones
Is actually just a fool who
Deserves an award because
He was thrown into the pit of no return

Caress them and adore them
Make them feel good and calm yourself
Love is simple, don’t stand unkindly
Rude awakening
Cast laughter as love
Be kind to them and
Kind to yourself
Cool breeze hot summer
Complete rupture open heart

Dust

I’m different in relationships
She said without warning
Maybe we shouldn’t then?
I asked myself not knowing
What it meant for us

Once lovers once friends
Twice lovers again
Buy a record to forget
To care what it means
Wait to open it to listen
With someone who cares
Lingering in the background

No trumpet on a hill
No horn echoed from a
Mountain to shake the ravines
Could answer for what’s left
Kissing the grass with
Dust from the moon
Peeled fleck by fleck
Landing on my face
At half mast I swear
It was full yesterday
What is time anyway

If giving up a friendship
Is what was meant for
Us to trade I would’ve
Kept you as a friend
Instead of giving it away

Fortuit

My whole life I have been
Chasing after my history
Some shred of evidence that
This is where I come from
That this is me anchored

But to forget myself in you
Would satisfy every hankering
I do not like catching yellow
Looking indivisibly somehow
I gave many less shits about
How my actions were taken
Some of this is fantasy

But when we fought I felt
Like I was fighting for myself
Even the airport could hear
Us shake the walls with fever

Foreign countries sleeping
On my side away but never
Giving up we never gave up
But we moved differently
And on

Water is flowing under the bridge
And into the garden that I
Have learned to claim for
Myself even though so much
Of the verdant I planted for her

What to do for another
Vibrating expanding
Swelling heartbeats
Clever words misbehaving

On his way to unraveling the
Cocoon and exiting the nerves
On a slide to recover the parts
If who he was for her but
Now for himself

Make up the truth
Show up don’t show up
Existing for one next
With an invitation
For two

Agrémenter

Overcommitted to the paths
We create to get into the garden
Blanket and embellish all my wants
Comfort me with your words
Turbid brain what is your anthem?
For all the things he couldn’t do
For all the things he didn’t do
Saddened by the things he missed
That he also never knew about
An organ plays a dark procession
Like a church bell in his head
Making love in the background
It’s the only thing he ever wanted
To hear the sounds of birds flying
In the outside and a chapel wind
Dancing through the window
Gushing across his face as the ringing
Ecstasy of not knowing or
Ever caring about the things
He never arrived at for too were the
Gifts that the morning sun
Burned into his back like
A memory for recording
His time on earth light years
From a place that was once called today

Pellucid

If all the light in the room
Could pass through me
Would I find you there?

Less questions
More answers

A grand scale
In the difference between
What weighs enough
And what doesn’t weigh
Anything at all

Which knows which me
When is it the other one?

Depending on if you ever want to
You can never not to
So I dug deeper
Asked for the check
My pocket held a piece
Of what was there
From before and what I
Thought for sure could only be
Pellucidly felt compelled and still
Removed to unveil the mask
That held back everything against
A sympathy and meaning to
Manipulate the lines I found
We drew on paper or otherwise
All just so you could love me with
One hand on the wheel