PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

i can write this and you will see it



and no matter what you see

it will be how you see it



i can believe in a world of beauty

with the sun throwing heat

from behind the horizon

but now it is your aesthetics



i can point out the star

that is probably a planet

that is bright, beneath the moon



that i can wish for you to see



but it is only for you to see

the way you wish



i can tell you of hips that

roll over tea cups and

it your dream, not mine

when you read it



just as i am sure your land of

boyfriends is different than mine



mine has humor



in my land of boyfriends

i never take myself seriously



i can tell you that i want

your night sky to be mine

for us to be at the same longitude

and at the same latitude

the same john denver song

at the same opportunity



your kiss is not my kiss

but i believe we enjoy kisses

quite the same when we are together



just as i believe we can be

jealous of kisses when we are apart



just as i can be jealous

of the crescent moon as

it shines over newfoundland



i could hug you forever

because that is joy to me

and because i am so afraid

of the next progression



i can write another poem

because now it is my emotions

my desire and teacups over your hips

in a tumbling set of words

that i own for the moment



but they will be your emotions

when you are reading this



or the poem will be a lost connection

to  your last moment in the garden with

the hello kitty sweet peas ready to bloom



or maybe you will pardon my jealousy and



you will remember a pale night sky with

a star that seems to hang beneath the moon

by a thread



and you will remember that you didn’t know

that you loved me more than the atmosphere

that allowed you to see an angel

reclining in a crescent



the way i see you



i want you to believe there is always

an envelope in the mail with a sunset

turning left at romance



with me finding a way to ply your senses

with the balsam wings of a heavenly cherub



because when i see you i see more than teacups

i see the things i can’t say or explain



that the sound of a vehicle in reverse

revving the engine, is the sound of me

returning to your kiss



or that your one reading of this is all there is

because that is all there needs to be



let the stars be marionettes

with the moon as a puppet master

and this be the poem you read

before you slide into the nonchalance

of another poem that you may like better

when you return from the land of boyfriends

when the moon is a little heaver

and ready for phat school



and i am all about desire for you

and you can see that how you may

but please

the next time you see me

kiss me and say



the moon is in the sky, but

your lips are heaven



the way i think  it

when i am with you