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Almost
I didn’t see this coming
My 4 eyes didn’t heed the warnings
Gale force desires
A stroking of fingertips and butterfly kisses
Against our new epiphany
I didn’t intend to become a lullaby
Laced in Spanish dialects and wanton emptiness
I only wanted to hold her hand.
She knew I was a gamer,
But not of the mind
I didn’t want to claim her, before I knew her.
My skeletons had combusted in defeat
Afraid
Wondering
If I could make her smile,
But I couldn’t make her think,
Would she remember me tomorrow?
Because I don’t have a degree
Laminated in formulas and brainiac dreams
But, dive into my skin
And you will savor my chemistry
Here I am
An uplifting self-confidence slow dancing on this floor
But, I am just a 13 year old boy hoping she will have this dance.
Because
Despite popular belief
I am not fine
I was almost in the clear
Poking fun at misguided infatuations
Impulsively torn off-white pantyhose
Ready to milk the satin off her inner thighs
Yet, it is I
Wandering afternoon streets
Placing another flower against street bench’s last laugh
I was almost in the clear
Setting free her unchained melody
Didn’t see a forthcoming pain
Saturday nights, no longer the same
My mornings are still of you
A drop of dew
Dangling from emerald green edges
An unfulfilled smile
Waving from a distance
As I let you, respectfully, be
I didn’t want to become an almost lullaby
Nor a sportsmanlike high-five
But, with my head up to the sun
In exosphere memories
Shedding my ozone layers
I play these drums in sync with my heartbeat,
Almost
©Drake J. Eszes
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