This Is Why

As I sit here,
My friend sending me pic after pic of her man
(who she assures me is cute),
I can't help but think
"This is why I'm still single."
I can't put my finger on it,
but I'm sure it's all connected,
like an episode of Heroes.

Reach

wish you were here now
so that I could hold you until
ther was no doubt
I love you.

So instead,
I will hold you in my mind
and hope...
...that it reaches.

Wish

I wish I could feel you,
but like grasping at clouds,
you seem so intangible right now

I wish I could hold you
until you cried it all away, and all that was left,
were the good parts

I wish I could touch you
and undo all that had been said and done
making everything anew

and if that were not enough

I might take off Sundays and write for you
so that Mondays I could see you smile.

patience, my precious, these moments are only temporary
I'll be there soon enough

if ever you should doubt, read this and know,
you deserve my love, and I wish to give it to you.

A Love Poem To No One

I don't know you, but I love you.
Like a lyric you replay the song for
Replay the song for
Replay the song for
Because you are my favorite

You're honey-brown heaven with
Eyes the color of passionate.
Articulate in their parlance.
Your expression is an orator, and I'm its captive audience.

Your moments are like a wine,
Meant to be sipped, and,
It's possible,
I adore you.

I don't know you, but I love you,
Because there is a power in conjunctions
That, given the option, we all would succumb to.
Sweet like a sentiment,
And you might taste vaguely of sugar and plum.

I don't know you, but I love your
Velvet colored eyes and satin smile
(I have yet to see)
Soft as a whisper

Or, better yet, eyes a light like a Monet sky,
And your smile a cerulean ocean, vast in its depth,
Suffice it to say, if left unchecked,
I might get carried away like so many gains of sand
Caught in a tide.
Losing myself a little bit at a time.

And someone decided "nothings" were sweet
When whispered
So I might chant them, invoke them like a voodoo priest.
(quiet as silent)
Praying that they might reach.

You move like an expression,
And that alone makes your existence artistic.
Hips sway rhythmic like ticks on a metronome,
And you wear it like a badge of honor.

You are a fire which burns without wick or oil
Self-sustaining like fusion
Subject of my most treasured delusions
And I just might concede defeat to your flame.

I don't know you, but oh, how I love you,
And if you ever should find me, please, let me know.

Standing Outside A Car On A Mid-November Night, Hoping This Moment Would Never End

I play freeze tag with words like:
"And what are you looking for out of life?" - tag!, you're it.
My questions are open-ended like a possibility.
First goodbyes aside, (insincere like obligatory apologies or apologetic commentaries)
'Nothing' can be the most interesting topic when discussed at length,
And even akward silences are golden when you bask in them like sunshine.
It's the little things that count.
Like when you say that you don't mind that I'm keeping you from whatever life exists beyond this street and this open car door.
And, for just a moment,
I can't remember what was so important about that life anyway.
All that does matter, is me, you, and a car door that I sincerely wish you might forget how to close.

Closer, Convey, Connect

That I might move closer, connect, convey to you the meaning of a moment... In your presence, seconds become entangled and woven like tapestries and memories, wrapped around me loosely in dissonant assymetry, folded several times over to keep me warm when my fire dies out... and I've noticed that, of late, I've been speak in the second person like, "Can I do for you," or "I would give to you," (comma) "I want you to feel beautiful." And have I mentioned that you might ignite me, excite my sensiblities, and cast aside my sensible civilities, passionately inspiring these thoughts that cause me to think of the future tense in metaphors like: thoughts of you will be the stars that guide sailors home to safety, how I long for that. Thank you for your moments, precious, and consider how touch is only the beginning, and that itself is only a metaphor for the touching of souls when eyes meet across a room, consumed by expectation, implications, and other such innuendo. Should you come to meet me in these places between whimsy and reality, I promise you, there will be no regret. However, For now, I only wish to move closer, convey, connect.

Edit: I had the opportunity to read this at a friend's wedding reception (which happened prior to the wedding actually). I was very fortunate to have been asked to do such a thing, and it was well received by the audience. Kinda' makes you feel a little warm and fuzzy inside doesn't it?

Angel In My Dreams

And the angel comes to visit me in my sleep
like an impulse, soft as a whisper.
I see her in the space between where my real eye and my mind's eye meets,
catching a glimpse in my peripheral, I turn to see you, but you were just a dream.
Please don't go...

It's Your Eyes

Honey, it's your eyes,
your solitary eyes which enchant me and
make me feel alone in a crowd should I
stare into them
(and I do, Lord knows I do)
to get lost in their depths
submerssed in them like an ocean of mirth
and Onyx,
staring back at me

and it's my eyes which are guided like a child
following the outline of your figure,
forming a canvas,
waiting for my imagination to stroke
your every line and detail,
committed to memory like
each curve and freckle is
essential
to how I see you
staring back at me with those
solitary, beautiful, eyes.

This is for you

This is for you,
and I stumble through delusions, following the sound of your smile,
I am intoxicated by your presence, and, for that, this is the price I pay...

Ephemeral forevers are born whenever I meet your eyes,
and sometimes, in conversation,
I like to use big words just to impress you.

You see, you are larger than life in these transient moments,
so anything I do for you, must be grand simply that it might reach,
and your smile is my motivation.

Should you be struck by a sudden sentiment, bashful perhaps,
and your eyes break gaze with mine, I can only hope
that each time they meet again is like the first time I saw you

Breathless can not describe it
that each breath might last a day
as I have nothing better to do, and no place better to be

I would linger in these moments
like memories
and get to know the you I so rarely have the opportunity to acquaint


this is Sincerly written,
(as I have never been good expressing feelings and such)
simply, this is for you.