When you say,
“Let’s wipe the slate clean,”
does that mean
we throw everything away?
Because yes,
we made a mess.
But it was a fabulous riot
of proportions hard to forget.
So do we just let
all those go?
I say No.
No to keeping things all
neat and clean
and in boxes.
Every day, I uncover more of you.
As I go through your mess
and you go through mine,
I find more and more things
to love about us.
Yes to this ruckus.
We are standing on the precipice
of something truly spectacular.
The compelling anticipation is
almost too much to bear.
And eyes have seen and lips have spoken
a future both bright and quite fragile
So I must wait with steadfast faith,
with deliberate care.
I picture your face as I draw breaths,
willing patience as you to come to the
inevitable conclusion of which
I am fully aware.
We are a union made to exceed
the vastness of all universes.
Take my hands, hold my heart, dear
Let me take you there.
When I find him,
I will love him without reservation,
With wild abandon.
Because how can I not?
When you witness something so absolute and breathtaking
Do you stand on the sidelines and feel lukewarm about it?
No, you take it all in and bathe in the glow of its beauty.
No matter how fleeting it may be,
I want to throw myself at love’s mercy.
You were always the romantic
You pack poems with my meal
You scribble endearing love notes
You never hide how you feel.
I wanted to reciprocate
I didn’t want to be outdone
And so I planned this grand gesture
To show I was the sweeter one.
I made a hundred paper cranes
Set to fly over your head
You’d come home to fragrant petals
All leading up to our bed
A love gram of three grown men
Dressed in matching candy-striped shirts
Followed by a choir of angels
In their halos and long, white skirts
All I wanted was to best you
In your every loving thought
I wanted to outspend you
In all the things you bought
I forgot along the way
That you never meant to compete
That our love for each other
Was what made us complete
Now I have the simplest sorry
To whisper softly in your ear
I don’t need to offer the world
Just you and me here.
I’ve come back
To the scene of a crime
To comb the area,
To look for any sign
Of something that happened
A few moons ago.
To ask any witness
Of what they might know
Broken blades of grass
Show where he stood
Carving out initials
On a dry piece of wood
Crushed and wilted petals
I found beneath a tree
Crumpled candy wrappers
I saw maybe three.
The wick of a candle
That burned so bright
The smell of sweet wine
To cap off the night.
There in plain view
You don’t need to be smart
You can tell this was where
A man stole my heart.
I don’t think our love story
Is always going to be a Paris rendezvous
And don’t expect my pants to be dropping
At the mere sight of you.
You won’t be spouting poetry over my beauty
Every single day.
Or promise me the stars and the moon
On a silver tray.
I think it will be more like us, sipping coffee
With our fingers entwined.
Or you sleeping in a few more minutes
And I wouldn’t mind.
It’s your comforting shoulder
When I come home exhausted.
And me, stroking your hair
As we go to bed.
It will be our morning fruit shakes together
As we trade stories of our dreams.
Or you brushing off stray hair from my face
As I fix our office things.
It will be us not leaving the house
Without a goodbye kiss.
It’s these everyday things we share
That fill my life with bliss.
Head spinning, skin stewing
Tongue numbing, heart stopping
Pout, pucker, wet smacker
Slight laughter, slow, faster!
Oh sweet lips, such pure bliss
Near hit-miss, my first kiss
Trying out something new here😊
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