1019 The World

To someone special.

 

A profile of a smile

A soft and mossy eye

Serene in voice and speak

A chuckle to comply

In turn, a supple kiss

Rough hands and purple skin

Hair, the sea, heart of fire

Alongside tones that pin

My grimness to the ground

Rape of the human flesh

Telling you I like you

But its love I must profess

Colour me cliché, today

I fret from seeming so

The blackness of my eyes

Is not the purple of my soul

We can catch the nearest bus

I’ll sail the sea with you

Or we could spend our 4 at dusk

Reading a book or two

Childlike, your eyes seep down

Your docile face in turn

That cunning grin that strikes me

That warming touch, it burns

To simplify the common lie

As we lie awake in bed

Vivid thoughts arouse me

Wanting in your construed head

And for the nights I lay alone

Smiling at your mere thought

I ponder ways to tell you

How I feel and that whole lot

I struggle for a verse

That explains, without heed

The longing that I have for you

The worlds that I precede

But a variation of this truth

That I fret to compose, dear

Leaves me wordless in the angst

That it’s all due to my fear

Of pointing out your smile

For I know you, you would blush

You would deny, deny, deny it

And the room would creep in hush

Your profile still dangles

In my soft and browning eye

Serene in voice and speak

My world to comply