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
Oh thy glorious skin!
As I struggle to catch my breath
In you: my universe is found.
This is where the year turns
(like the wheels of my R34).
Equal measures of comfort
Separated ineffably by a bus route;
Perhaps all we can seek is comfort:
Happiness is too much to ask for.
The irritation lies not in
The question you ask or
The things that you say or
Anything about class really (secondary);
Perhaps the irritation lies in
The way you behave and
The way you ask me questions and
The way you are around her (primary);
Maybe we’re just elitist but
You’re not one of us.
(At least not yet/maybe never)
I wish life would pause
In that moment in time
So that we can stay that way
Just a little bit longer;
I would smile at that smile
Everyday of my life
If my smile would make your smile
Just a little bit brighter;
For just a little bit:
I’d do so much more.
So many things to do
So many things to be
Do you hear the bass lines flowing?
Do you hear the base balls bouncing?
Do you hear your life calling?
You feel like
the warm tingles of a relationship that has gone by
with liquorice hints of something that once
was altogether beautiful and captivating;
It is not easy to get used to someone new;
similarly difficult to get used to someplace new.
But promising it is:
the telltale signs are all there amongst
the paintings on the wall and the music
playing in the backdrop.