thank you, my little poet love

The KoMa

he had a simplistically eager and willing mind
it was capable of devouring each and every aspect
analyzing differnces and beauties of everything

he saw right through my horribly taped-on mask
sending a piercing gaze into my very being
hearing my rarely heard secrets, i kept locked up

my mind trembled awkwardly thinking about him
it made my conspicuously curious around him
i thought insanity might try and take over soon


one day

his hand cleverly swiped over the waiting paper
giving birth to a wondrous creation of words
the poetry he wrote made me melt away

i found myself floating in a pool of stanzas
a poem so simple, yet complex and strong in its ways
spreading its bitterly attractive message in my brain

how his heart was shredded by the likes of "her"
how his divorcing parents often "neglect his needs"
how he got invovlved with things "he's not proud of"


my turn

now i was the one spilling my words around
making a disaster of a mess on the paper
half-heartedly cleaning around its edges

no matter how pathetically random my poems were
he always found a leg to stand on, while he read
complementing on my genuine syle of trial and error

he read my words aloud as if said from memory
critically decifering each and every little letter
then softly spoke the words "wonderful" and "perfect"


mine forever

"i'm truly captured, with out a doubt about it
my mind travels to this poems very depths"
my heart showed no signs of slowing it's pace

i could literally feel my face begin to turn red
he absolutly knew that i was nervous at that point
then the impossible manifested itself right there

he made in for a kiss, unwilling to wait any longer
unknown to me at that very moment in time, with him
he smiled "thank you, my little poet love"