Poetry

When it all seems brokenAnd lost to rotThe mold has come.Chip itScrub itBleach itBlanch itSand itFind itThere’s a foundation still thereIt’s covered in filthand tough to seeBut I know that it’s thereI believe that it’s good.

Storge. Philia. Agape. Eros.Yes.It’s that kind of love.Unparalleled, unprecedented.The kind that tears down wallsAnd builds bridges.Gives modesty to the sinnerAnd peace to the berserker.Creating joy from nothingnessAnd softens my browDefacing the facade of laughterTo replace it with pure joyAnd virginal smilesAnd love for all mankindEven more so love for just one manWho offers his soul…

Sneak off to meand run awayjust for a dayor maybe a week. Give me a momentor two or threeto carry me throughuntil my dreamsand fantasiesbe rechargedto wait for thee. Offer me a tasteof what my future holdsand let me knowwhat joy it will beto be near youbody, mind and soul.

I’m through the looking-glassAnd into the rabbit holeFantasizing about youAnd getting curiouser and curiouser…

Impatience is a virtueI swear that it’s trueYou’ve been told to waitFor love or hateWith imperceptible zealAnd passionless faceSimply expecting whatMay or may not come withoutResentment or distress. But I say impatienceProves my hope,My faith, your love.Proves I know the wayAs I commit to a future realWishing not to waitFor what is true today.

Crawling from the desertSun scorched, sand burnedSkin dry and crackedMy soul more damagedThan my body Could it be aFertile valleyLush with promiseServing all my needsIn perpetuityTo satiate my wantsAnd dreamsThat I never breathed. God save meIf it be merely an oasisAs I’ll never leaveAnd not find paradise. God come for meIf it be a mirage…

You want to serve meTo make joy and peaceAnd create happiness. What if all it takes isTo serve me anything?Even basura wouldOverwhelm me What if you needn’tCook it or plate it?Talking about it wouldOverwhelm me What if you don’tHave to tell me?Thinking of me wouldOverwhelm me. What if you don’tHave to think of me?But just…

Don’t stop.Don’t ever stop.The cup has a holeAnd whatever you pour inDribbles out of the chaliceYour effort lost to the agesAnd spilt on the grass.Keep pouring and somedayYou’ll fill me upAnd I’ll believeThat I deserve you.

“I can’t wait” is what you sayWhen you will waitWhen waiting is all you haveAnd what you wake up for every day.I’m waiting to graduateAnticipating my prom dateWaiting for my weddingAnd all the love and blessingsExpecting the baby any minuteThe settlement of the lawsuitCertain the job offer will comeFor more disposable incomeKnowing the best part…

Stand naked before meGive me your flawsAnd everything good about you tooLet me see you as you areThe way you share your mind and soulBecause I want to haveAll of youAnd touch youAs you are.