Anticipation

Swept, wiped, fluffed

Thawed, fried, simmered

Garnished, poured, served

Laundered, dried, pressed

Shampooed, towelled, curled

Powdered, sprayed, strapped

Checked, double-checked, done

Sat, read, waited

Walked, peeked, paced

Sat,

Peeked,

Walked,

Sipped,

Sat,

Ate,

Peeked,

Sat,

Washed, dried, kept

Checked, double-checked, none

Shampooed, towelled, combed

Wiped, dried, slept.

Longing

(the writer's second attempt at spoken word poetry)

I stand here, in front of you,

Through the glass window, I see you,

And stare at you lovingly,  I do.

Longing to hold you hand, I beckon

The warm winds to bring you close

The singing birds to whisper my words of love,

To you, my dearest, my everlasting song.

Wishing to be next to you, I reconcile

With the earth to pull me near,

And land me right at your side:

You know I’ll always be here.

If I could, I would open my arms

And enclose you in these boughs of love.

So that when the cold winds blow,

And when the wave grow strong,

You would be safe, you won’t be alone.

I stand here, in front of you,

Through the swivel door, I hear you,

And wait for you to call my name, I do.

Because

My lips tremble as I speak your name,
Careful not to break into tears, I take a deep breath
Hold me, I tell you, as you walk into the room
You sigh, and understand: this is another round
Perhaps another sad movie,
Perhaps another heartbreaking song.
Or maybe fear, or maybe guilt.
You hold me anyway, and wipe away my tears,
And you never ask me why, you just know
Because you always know why; hence I love you so.

Jeremiah 29:11

The grey skies, they beckoned
a morning of stillness, silence, chills.
I opened my eyes, and tried to ignore
the news that awaited me.
Defied my fears, I did;
the anxiety I could not bear.
So I opened the note,
held my breath,
whispered a prayer,
peeked once,
peeked twice:
NO, I could not deny what it bore,
nor could I wish it unread.

Closing the note, I sighed,
Told myself, at least I tried.

The grey skies parted,
And made way for the sunlight:
I too shall find my grey clouds part
On my way to a brighter path.

Lackadaisical

I took some pen and paper,
Tried to put some words together    
Alas! None.


Dozed off for a bit, then tried for it:
Hopeless, I was better in my dreams.


Threw my pen away.
Crumpled the paper.
Made strong coffee.
Ate some bread.
Watched the news.


I took once again, the pen, and new sheets,
Tried to put some dreams together,
Alas! 

Speak

Speak to me,
Let me hold your hand and speak to me.
Here I am,
Ready to listen,
Lean on me ~
Do not be afraid.

The words you do not say,
Speak louder than those you do,
I know the tides are uneasy:
Here I am to hold on to.

Speak to me,
No matter what, just speak to me.
Just like old friends, come on
and speak to me.

You’ll never find another man like him.

He’s someone who’ll stare you deep in the eye ‘til your heart melts,

and he wasn’t saying anything yet.

It’s his way of making you feel protected because he’s watching you,

his way of showing he is interested with whatever you’re saying, wearing, doing.

He’s got the hands of a thousand angels,

soft and light, comfortable to hold,

warm solace in a night so cold.

Those hands hold you like there’s nothing to be afraid of,

those hands write love letters and poems and make silly works of art,

Those hands fit perfectly in the gaps of mine.

You’ll never find another man like him.

His arms embrace you like a cradle of a child,

his chest feels like warm and fluffy marshmallows bundled in one,

that when you lean on him as you caress, you feel like falling even more in love.

Those lips will plant a kiss on your forehead, and you will like it,

even when you never liked it before because it makes you feel like a child.

Though tired his strong legs will chase you when you want to play games,

though tired he will walk with you for hours in circles even when you don’t want to talk.

You’ll never find another man like him.

He’s got feet that will dance with you even when he doesn’t know how to,

but will try to learn so he’ll be your partner.

You’d want to be with him all day, all night because with him, the world feels right,

that you get envious of his shadow for being always there with him,

that you’d wish to become smaller than he can keep you in his bag,

then grow again so that you can hug him for hours.

He’ll let you stare back at his eyes, and you will conceal your excitement,

Andt those lips will whisper in your ear that you’re his, and you’ll agree,

Because he’s got the perfect man, and you know you’re lucky.

Lucky because you were meant to be.

You’ll never find another man like him.

There’s just one in this world, and he’s made for me.