unspoken poem

In you, there is a poem

My heart can scarcely

bear

To write.

It sighs in our chests

while we’re sleeping

With your head

Cradled against my breast.

It speaks softly

In the silence &

the spaces that

Linger between us.

It’s rhythm

pounds out in our

Heartbeats.

Yet as near

as we are

to each other, we

are hearing

different words,

& we are worlds

apart

in our intention.

Maybe I should mention

that I Love you,

but then again,

maybe you should say

that you don’t.

let it rain

he is a man

with thunder

under his skin

& a mouth like

lightning…

everything bright,

consuming

& strong.

now, I am a woman

who stands

like a child,

in rubber

rain boots

with arms

flung wide

looking

towards the

heavens &

praying for

a storm

heretic

I am sorry that

your God

was hollow for me.

I wasn’t blessed

with a heart

or a mind

which could easily

be filled

with the same spirit

that binds you

(blissfully blind)

to your ignorant

devotion.

I wish I could

have believed

for you

or that you

could have still

Loved me,

despite my

disbelief.

wasting time

I can think of no better way

to pass a Sunday afternoon

than lazing

in the shadow of your smile

& I find,

I don’t mind being lost

with you, travelling down

the long

winding paths of our limbs

locked together like vines

it’s hard to imagine anything, more

beautiful, for me

than drinking in your laughter

as it stirs me,

beside you, drinking coffee.

no… I am certain there is nothing

as fulfilling

as killing time

with you,

which is never a waste

at all.