Did I need to be happier?
I certainly didn’t think so.
I honestly thought I couldn’t want
for anything more.
I went to where my feet took me;
Ate what my stomach told me;
Sang when my spirit moved me.
And then you came along
Like a stone on a paved path
Tripping my footing.
Now, I walk the line
between bliss and anguish
Never sure of where to stand.
When I began this compilation of love poems, I thought to myself, love really is a many-flavored thing. And being Filipino, where food rivals religion in importance, I think that many can relate. When you are in-love for the very first time, love hits you as sweet, sometimes puke-inducingly sweet, the kind even sweet-toothed people shy away from. At times, it can be salty too, especially after a recent fight, where your mouth swallows not only buckets of tears, but also oodles of snot from dramatic bouts of crying only soap opera stars can rival. And then there’s sour–the green, bile-like taste left in your mouth after catching your beloved twisting his neck over the cutie in the next table. And when love is finally lost, it leaves an undeniably, no-matter-how-many-times-you-brush, bitter taste in your mouth.But hey, that’s love for you…throw in everything you’ve got and you get the most wonderful,interesting, vile, exotic, pungent,unforgettable flavors. And what is life without its flavors?
Oh to be in love with the undead is a tricky business
How do I wipe the cringe from my face every time you trace it with a cold finger?
How do I hold your unblinking gaze?
How do I look unfazed when you stare at me with steely blankness?
But I love you beyond warmth, beyond life, beyond time
And my singular hope is that this burning yearning, my passion unending is enough to bring the blush back to your cheeks, the warmth of your kisses on my neck, the longing in your loins.
Until those dreams come true, I share my breath with you.
© 2016 Anj CP
*A late Halloween-inspired love poem 😊
I didn’t know what unfair meant until I saw Her…
With her twinkling eyes, her tinkling laugh
and her svelte form that apart from couture,
only You could touch
As I seek to read your face, I realize you are
captivated by her bright eyes, her delicious laugh
and her lithe body.
And I know envy has me.
The world is unfair, a truth as old as time.
But why can’t it ever be in my favor?
She can have it all–grace, beauty and wit
But can I have you?
© 2016 Anj CP
I live in constant fear that some day soon, You will discover the fraudulence of my existence
That I am neither that smart, nor that funny
And you will see that I am as shallow
As the girls I judge.
That I can’t pull off whimsical
Every time a pimple appears
Or I can’t hide my giggles
When a fart accidentally escapes
And your infatuation with the perfect image you have of me will fade
And then I wouldn’t be able to hold.
Your temporary fascination over me.