Poems

It's been a while since I've put anything up here (bit more than a month I think), so I'm just going to put some random poems I've scribbled down in my notebook over the past month or so.

Your name

So many words,
in so many languages -
Yet not a single one can adequately describe
the one care that I have succumbed;
the word that I want on my lips;
the mantra that incessantly pounds in my mind:
you.

Moment's pause

A laugh, a warm smile, and silence
Staring into one another's eyes
Words wanting escape,
but to us the world is quiet

Can barely blink, eyes besewn to you
but would I want to look away?

I can feel that string get tighter as I inch to the needle
Slow, warm spirits bless my face
Haven's touch just a moment away, but-

The curse of worry.

Footsteps

A pitch-dark night
A dim streetlight
You're all that I can see

Cold air stings my face
Your heavy breath falls
I can feel your warmth

The white snow records as
two sets of boots huddle closer
Why I ever stood so far apart
Against you is where I want to be

Head resting on my shoulder
Hair draped upon my chest
Eyes parallel into nothing

A small stir, locked again
Suddenly it's not so cold
You're all I want to see

Longing

Every time I see you, I can't help but freeze
A state of shock, your beauty gives me
As my head overflows
As my graze remains affixed
A pause - and I return from heaven.

Do only I halt?
Or have we both fell to fault
Through all sin and virtue, I want you
you to experience it with me

I sit there, sipping my cocktail of emotions
But I loose my eyes on your porcelain skin
Am to was - all I feel now is desire

Love and hate, pain and pleasure, ecstatic and erratic
Beg you lay it upon me

I in all, ma très chéri, I long for you

Let me feel your breath
Hand against my chest

I fear I lost my head completely
Small loss, I was tired of thinking
Only stuffed with thoughts of you

My rock, my stone, my shrine
Dare I face another direction?
Let me pray through defilement
And kiss you so

The clock goes on
My hour gradually creeps upon me
Every second precious, every moment a sonnet
But why over an uncertain future should I panic
When you, my present, will pave it with me