Long story short, on Monday I wrote love “poems” out of boredom. They’re more like short narratives. In fact, for someone who doesn’t truly believe in this four letters word, I think a lot about it: I’m trying, perhaps, to decipher the hype.
However, the more I stare at them, the more corny and pompous they feel… But those two things may be a part of my persona! So here are some depressing and cliché and not so serious exercises in style.
Now, let’s cut that “prefacey” thing cause we all know it’s a charade to protect my ego from the inevitable (imaginary) snarky comments coming from the few people who’ll read this.
Between our silent gaze and silly laughs Lay the unspoken words
Afraid to bear the truth and its waves
We live off those elusive moments
Trying coyly to forgive our timorousness
We pretend to smile at what we lost
You and I
We both know
The making of love
Your body and mine
Entwined, heated, athirst
Our skins magnetically attracted
Rhum ginger and pine
Exhilarating our needs and lust
While birthing the fantasies we create
Sweating and heavy breathing
We succumbed to the making of love
Your body and mine, entwined, heated, content.
Raindrops through the window pane
Sunbeams on my pearly skin
Whistling wind in the foliage
Kisses on my crown, balm for my pain
This is how your love feels
Longing for love
deeper and deeper
longer and longer
higher and higher
further and further
stronger and stronger
Longing for you