Poems
Aesthetical Poetical
Fishing for the cause
of all the motion
Inside
I peek in, see you there
Hiding like a girl caught unawares,
Mischief in your sparkling eyes
and in your smile,
Yet I know all the while
Harm you do not harbor,
I only feel the ardor
Of your way.
Deception is not a possibility
In the face of your tough honesty.
What do I make of your love aesthetic?
Call a medic
to staunch the flow of false wounds
incurred by my own idiocy,
or know only this:
less words are more,
that actions underscore
The real essence of the heart.
Can I break free from the slavery
of verbal knavery
I have always known?
Or will I wander from home to home,
A poet without a bone ,
Examining truth
on tongues that are dead
until it is too late?
No, this will not be my fate,
For I am not caught between
A verb and the hard trace
of tangibility,
Trying to gain traction
On the terrain you have created.
Believe me, I'm not complaining,
For I have been waiting
for the unexpected,
Yearning
to be absorbed in something new and unknown,
To feel the dew on a sun-lit lawn
As night turns to day in the kingdom of my heart.
Oh, crown me sovereign of your realm,
Let me be overwhelmed
by the currents that pull me under
Your sea of love.