A Faint Hearted Whisper To My Beloved
A faint hearted whisper to my beloved
You asked me some weeks ago to write a poem about you.
Earnest to say that I'm surprised that I remembered because most of the time I'm usually lost in your big brown eyes,
I noticed.
Now don't get me wrong I do listen,
even though your voice refreshes me like white wine tastes,
mature,
delicate,
crisp,
firm and sweet,
it comforts my every guilty need.
Your cheeks full.
Add that shine to your face that is your smile that makes you complete,
so shine.
You miss me every moment that we do not speak.
I miss you,
I miss you,
whispers in secret the ghosts hear,
see my soul dance in the confusion,
it's like my words and yours are lost,
our words reek with hide and seek,
speak out aloud to my welcoming heart for it's that medicine it seeks.
I'm not a love poet.
That's true,
but I'll take that mouthful of fire ants,
swallow that whale in my mouth and not bite on my tongue as the words come out,
"I LOVE YOU."
Plain and simple,
like that first time I saw you under that neon light.
Vague in your appearance,
despite your curves whose rays shown bright under that warm smile,
cheeks plum and firm when you said,
"Hi."
Wide eyed,
and happy,
beautiful like flowers blooming after the rains have poured and now gone.
I, a victim like those many bodies that fell for you.
You're not to blame.
When your beauty is a masterpiece placed upon you unknowingly,
carved in your skin even you must feel the body tingles when you see the mirror image look back,
the art that is you.
Your body is my mattress.
Love, is the itchy woolly blanket that keeps us from the cold.
And your kisses are the warm thoughts.
Those body warming memories,
that remind us of that one moment,
were nothing mattered.
That simple cliché feeling that you sometimes wish,
with petty guilt,
could last forever.
Together.
A faint hearted whisper to my beloved.
15/11/17?
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