THIS IS NOT A LOVE POEM

This is not a love poem.

I won’t be talking about slow dancing and romancing

Eyes prancing the scope of your body

Glancing the flesh that stole my vision

Your breath to speech; vocal ammunition

Fired into my soul leaving me in critical condition

This is not a lover’s rendition of 80s blues or Kenny G on a track

His lips fondling the saxophone like yours on the trail of my back

I won’t tell you in this poem that cupid made me his mark

And shot me from behind so I can’t define this feeling of your tongue grazing my arc

This is not a love poem for sweethearts to recite

Late at night or broad day light

When the darkness or sunlight form a back drop to emotional flight

When senses of wrong get lost in right

This is not a love poem to ignite the flame of romances past

To bring fast to mind first kisses and the subsequent amassed

The last stroke of his hand gentle on your cheek

Heart palpitations electrifying your bones in a manner unique

You’re weak from his touch and everything he does

She’s your butterfly who stings like a bee when you hear her buzz.

This is not a love poem for singles covet

Wishing for someone to serve breakfast trays of orange juice and omelets

Solos are played out so now’s the time for a duet

The sunset’s losing its beauty because you watch it alone

This is not a love poem to make the broken hearted groan

Their sentiments are not too far from my own

You see, my last love poem never got read

I slit my thoughts to strips and no one watched as the words bled

So I vowed never again, never in the name of love will my ink be shed

This is not a love poem; let it be known.

Let it be heard.

UNORDINARY FRIENDS

Unconsciously we’ve built that kind of bond shallow minds constantly fail to conceive

They were never made to but the great minds that do work hard to achieve it

They thieve at moments of their lives trying to sieve through the grains of people

And they wonder why compared to us, they come up with nothing but dust

Compared to us nothing quite as robust as the trust between two souls of one mind

We’re best of friends… best of the unordinary kind.

The relationship hard to find between chromosome X and XY but nothing quite as cumbersome

Maybe complicated sometimes but the thunderstorms come down as a drizzle

when we already dove into a sea of simplicity and hand in hand riding high on its waves.

Conversational lovers we are

Tumbling under sheets of words and ink

It was never really our intention to make invincible our sexual tension

Perhaps it was he or I who may have forgotten to mention it during our serial conversations of everything and nothings

That makes something out of midnight other than the clock striking twelve with me losing my slippers and a the carriage turning into a pumpkin

I have never had to be anything other than my tattered self with him.

Maybe because he’s just as shattered as me and shreds of our scattered selves sleep upon the same floor

And flatter the seemingly pretty walls that overlook us.

Birds of the same feather

Colorful and beautiful but ruffled altogether

Tangled until we bind

We’re best of friends… best of the unordinary kind.

Men have knocked upon my door and excused themselves in no time

‘Cause despite their best efforts to fill in the blanks they never could make it rhyme

Their profound diction and wordy precision regardless of how honest

Was never enough when effortlessly we could freestyle a thousand sonnets

Somewhere along the line I made you my pen

And I moved you to write beautiful poetry of pure love and unordinary friends

Till you got me in every sense and I you but you were never really mine

Afterall we are just friends, although the best of the unordinary kind.

I have often hoped for more

And more would be an epic folklore

But we may never stand together before an altar

And slide gold bands down each other’s fingers

However, the intensity of our forever simply lingers over the melodies of our favorite singers

As we make memorable and precious a lonely bench by just sitting and enjoying each other’s company there.

And in this moment I could lose all of the world, leave it all behind

Because the world is full of the ordinary and we’re a long way from its kind.