about him

him

i’m always quiet around him

my mouth shuts, silent screams of instances in love walking next to him.

my loudmouth chatterbox brain is reduced to nervous nothingness around him.

i breathe when i’m around him

i look at his chest and remember a soft pillowcase in sunrise light

i can’t stop staring, why can’t i talk to him

white moth on black window dancing to saint peter’s gate in the golden lamp

or the final flash of tripping down the alphabetical avenues 

wishing to be back in that cardboard boxed up night with him

i miss cotton blue-striped kisses, knowing he’s real

he still waits to walk next to me

just enough space in between to stay silent

lips closed, lack of sounds isn’t bad

i learn to keep quiet

not all spaces need to be filled

“do you want to get some fresh air?”

yes,

i smile,

love’s not blind it’s silent

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I remember the nervousness, not being able to breathe properly. And it was heaven just to be near "him".

Thank you for taking me back! Nice meeting you, Kallie!

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes, that's what love is, a smile and a pat on the hand. No words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used description. Made place and scene come alive.
"i miss cotton blue-striped kisses, knowing he’s real
he still waits to walk next to me
just enough space in between to stay silent
lips closed, lack of sounds isn’t bad"
The above line feel of real life and I liked the ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Asante]

Your works are strong imagery-wise, all while flowing well for anyone to follow.
Nice poem here!