I would adore

I would adore it if someone were to romance me with inked words rather than using empty verbs in eloquent speech .

I would adore an earnest, sincere, poem. Or just something so unabashedly from the heart.

Something that sets them apart in a way that showcases their eccentricity a la carte of their soul - if my Love would wish to bare.

But maybe that's too much to hope for- or do I dare?

Drunken prose

Drunk and I don’t wanna get sober 

The reluctance to sit down and to keep a never ending sway 

is taking over.

Now

Bold lithe fingers.

Impatient nimble hands.

Finger nails digging- only touches command

What am I to do?

Your continuous motion inspires my tumultuous emotion 

Never ceasing, but at times, a glimpse

of quiet distortion

In your smile, it’s there, though barely so

Yet inevitably, it seems, it’ll be the fore of your woes

I miss you

I miss waking up to you in the morning.

With our limbs tangled, our hair mused.

Chest to chest, spent, from the nights we’d pursued.

I miss the serenity of it all-

our fingers entwined- I was truly enthralled.

Some nights, we’d walk hours and hours with no sense of time to recall.

Now, those memories are grainy at most

But I hold on-

and it’s no boast.

Transience.

Stretches of comfortable silences

coupled with bouts of your crooked smiles brilliance. 

I couldn’t help but admire your resounding resilience. 

Fleeting

minutely wonderful

A partnership- a lasting friendship- I didn’t care to be careful.

Now, at times, ’What If’s’ are all I stifle.

This is the first poem that that had anything to do with love. and it's taken me years to be able to extract the feelings in my heart and to convey them in actual words. I normally have this sort of mental block that inhibits me from writing about this topic no matter the kind of relationship it's about, be it about loving my parents to being about a romantic relationship. It's just one of those things. So in a way I'm kind of happy that I was able to get this down.