Quirky Love Poem Ninety-Nine

from the distance i've been keeping well

i spit sugar honey at you

with a cinnamon zephyr breath

that dissipates deep in the sea of faces

belonging to names i recognize

but there's no connection or attraction

us and them aren't the same species

just like mountain men and Survivor fans

we've got a common drive but different means



but i've been floating stolen glances from afar

at the patterns of wispy strands across your face

and the skin exposed in a waist-line sliver

and our hair's got some common colours

and our names have a couple of common letters

we've got the sky in our eyes

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wish that i could control what comes forth from my pen.

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stonesy's picture

Hey darlin'

Ain't it horrid, these moments? I figure out someone's phone number and study it for signs that we're fated to be together. Analyze my "hello" for hours, agonize over that look she gave me. In the end, I figure it all was nothing, which is probably true, but hey. Anyway, this poem seemed kind of unfinished....it's like it was missing the last couple of lines. I strongly suggest that you check out the couple of my poems on the main page that have been "critiqued"(hah), as this prophet is great at giving advice, and even better at writing poems!

Skylar McKenzie's picture

you have an incredible way with words... i love your style. this is beautiful...

Danielle Blades's picture

this is pretty crazy and good!hehe if u controlled what came from your pen you wouldnt have a gift,just words!
au revoir , ~*Guinevere*~