Finding myself
Wearing some ridiculous
Lampshade to subdue the light
I cannot easily disguise
I wonder
If a love like that exists
I’ve seen that man
You know the one
Crying outside your window
Shouting “Take me back!”
Drenched from the rain
Always wishing one day he’d
Be asking for you until the
Moment that he did
Dreading what could come
With him and would come
If you let him in
Where was the charming
Poetic boy
Full of fire and indifference
Outside dripping with life
A chance taken for feelings
Granted on the inside
A scratch
Both parts succumbing
Never contending
Correspondent to the rare
Combination
A poetic knight
Shining disarming
A gamut for life
Cooked up in a soup
Made of ginger and dreams
One that I have been sipping on
A quiet observation
Coming and going
Looking out the panes of glass
Heart throbbing
Grasping at a future
Full of memories
Written once and for all
In a newspaper that will
Again be delivered
On the morning
Of a second birth
Fresh and ready
For intimacy
© GÄ
Poétique 