An Exercise In Structural Disintegration

Such flawless skin:
Few women can inspire
The flow of my pen
In the way that you do;

I can trace out
The contours of your collarbone
As I feel my hand down your neck
Towards the side of your arm;

I am reminded of Everest:
The fairness of your skin resembles
The beauty of the snow caps
Basking in the warm radiance of the sun;

I feel a rush in me as I
Desire to reach
The peaks of excitement
With you and only you;

I feel my pen disintegrating
My stanzas not making sense
As my heart pounds harder and harder
Just looking at you
Sitting there alone touching
The back of your hair

And at the moment
Oh I wish that hand touching you
Was me!
Oh thy glorious skin!

As I struggle to catch my breath

In you: my universe is found.

 

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Reverie, Memories

Standing in the middle of the square
Looking around at people everywhere
A million scenes flash before his eyes
Trying not to think of all those dreadful lies;

His dad told him to write a poem with a rhyme
Like how he thought writing without one was a crime
But all that doesn’t mean much to him now
Standing there thinking nothing but why and how;

He remembers the times she waited for him by the shop
Looking at the spot now he almost sees her in her spaghetti top
But all that is nothing more than just a distant pain
Standing there alone staring at the same spot in the rain;

The poem has long expired from the first word on
The fact of the matter is nothing more than ‘now she’s gone’
Yet lost deep in his memories he sees her again
And off he runs after her not knowing it is all in vain;

Reverie, memories.