These are some poems written at various times this year. They had been bound to the pages in my journal, but I finally typed them up the other day. They are still in draft stage, as no one else has seen them, let alone been able to give feedback.
#1
Thoughts of you hug my shoulders,
caress my face, part my lips
The man in my mind is mine, always
holding me close against the cold
under down blankets and crisp sheets
The man I know I’ll find in time
takes my coat off in dimly lit bistros
warding off the wind with laughter and wine
The man my dreams never leave behind
pulls me close to his soft wool coat
walking home along the river after a show
Telling me softly not to let go of the ghost
that so many thoughts brought to life
#2
Can music make you love
figments of dreams dancing
down empty night streets
of Seville, still and perfect
bathed in the diffuse yellow light
of surreal back lot musical sets
abandoned, playing host to a cast
of shadows and ghosts, dancing
whispering, strolling arm-in-arm,
caressing shoulders, and murmuring
syllables of perfection in time
with the invisible orchestra
echoed in my heart, my mind
choreographing movements so ideal
that life can only be true
on empty streets at night
as the music pulsing through my blood
paints the dark sky and deserted street
on a canvas of still air
#3
Love at first beat
Scruffy looks of a barista
Catching my eye
With your voice
Drawing me in
With easy, silly charm
You don’t like soft cheese
But you’re tall
So I’ll cope
#4
Lips wet with ruby wine
Scheming eyes searching sideways
For dreams of love out of reach
Savoring smooth, sweet moments past
In present vulnerability and youth
Beyond her years naively entangled
With maturity, examining foreign objects
Of love and solace, music floating in waves
Coursing through blood, fiber, and being
Like an electric spark of lust for lives unknown
#5
I should have known
better than to fall
for him, I tried
to stop myself knowing
that no good would come
of it, but there was that part
of me that wanted it to be
true, a reel of perfect
moments brought to life
and now the love that never
was, isn’t again
I’m left wondering
why I let my mind go
this far
#6
A watcher of people
through fierce, steadfast eyes
proud among bustling solitude
lost dreams cast aside
reality steaming ahead
unchecked, undesired ugly
truths, redolent of decay
torn roses left untended
in summer’s cruel heat
#7
Alert eyes awake to the sound of rain
bringing cool night to the close room
of dancing shadows shrouding
the arm securely across her back, hand
firm and gentle on her shoulder, lips
open above his smooth clavicle, limbs
resting against his warm, reposed body
embraced
by comfort, she knew never
had she fit so well with another
her desire stilled, silent
rhythm of raindrops silkily slinking
through her veins supplanting lust
that had retired certain
it could hunger for the world
but not this man, kindred
and impenetrable, open
smile and tacit tongue
leaving her always longing
for the comfort of contiguity
