TO YOU, WHOM I LOVE

HOW I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL
BUT MY MOUTH DOESN’T WORK LIKE YOURS
THAT IS TO SAY, I COULD KISS YOU AND SHOW YOU THAT WAY
BUT IT WOULD BE FOOLISH TO THINK YOU FELT THE SAME.
I COULD MAKE YOU A CARD IF MY HANDS WOULD COOPERATE.

SOMETIMES I THINK ABOUT YOU, AND I AM
FILLED WITH THE MOST BRILLIANT BLUE
THAT I CLOSE MY EYES TO LET IT LINGER.

WHAT I WANT TO ASK YOU, IF I HAD A VOICE
WOULD BE TO GO TO PROM WITH ME.
WOULD YOU DANCE WITH ME?
WOULD YOU LETTERBOARD WITH ME?
WOULD YOU HAVE TIME TO SPEND WITH ME?
YOU CAN DECIDE AND LET ME KNOW IN YOUR OWN WAY.

HOW NOT TO HAVE A BROKEN HEART FOR A CHANGE; WHAT EVERYONE HOPES FOR.

HOW I TRY NOT TO IMPLODE (OR, A POEM ABOUT PATIENCE)

NEUTRAL I AM NOT.
THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING,
GIVE UP AND NOT MAKE AN EFFORT TO RESPOND.
THANK MY PATIENCE FOR THAT NOT HAPPENING.

HAVING NO OUTER VOICE
DOESN’T SILENCE THE ONE INSIDE.
THAT VOICE IS STRONG.
THAT VOICE IS DEEP AND COMMANDING.
IT BREAKS LIKE WATER ON THE ROCKS.
LEAST OF ALL,
IT IS WEAK.

HOW THAT VOICE SCREAMS
AT EVERY INJUSTICE.
LIKE A GROWLING HARPIE
EYEBALLING A MERE MORTAL,
I WOULD DESTROY YOU
IN BIBLICAL TIMES.

SO YOU SEE,
MY PATIENCE IS NOT REALLY
PATIENCE,
IT’S A BIDING OF MY TIME.
MY PATIENCE IS A DANCE
ON THE EDGE OF A BLADE.
MY PATIENCE IS A GRAND HEIST IN THE WORKS
AT THE BANK.
AND SOME DAY SOON,
MY PATIENCE IS GOING TO RUN OUT.