This is a casual reminder to myself that this is my website, and I can publish whatever I want to here, because not everything I write is for sale. In fact, most of what I write is just for me. To help me process life. Because I'm a four on the enneagram, and writing preserves my sanity. Or whatever other excuse you want to assign to how I choose to spend my time. Paul Williams (of Three Dog Night fame) once wrote a song called "Old Fashioned Love Song," (which is kinda terrible, but also pretty groovy) and Paul McCartney basically said there's nothing wrong with filling the world with silly love songs, so I guess this is my contribution. But also, it was John's birthday on Saturday, and he's still my favorite person to get away with for the weekend. So here's the latest poem I wrote for him. Enjoy!
Just another Cheesy Poem about Love (For John)
When Sam’s first
girlfriend stayed at our house
I had a dream about the first
time we held hands. In the dark
of a movie theatre—the
electricity
between our fingers
made my breathing quick
and shallow. And how I wanted to wrap
both my hands around yours
to steady
myself. Hunched over
the armrest, as close to you as possible—disregarding
most of the action onscreen. But this was our
first real date
and I was trying
to be nonchalant.
So I pulled back, reminded myself to be cool. Even
though I knew I’d never
felt anything like this
before, never would
feel this exact way again. And how
you said to me the other night
that you wished we could meet each other
again, for the first time.
Will your kisses always
take my breath away, or will our pulses both slow down
together when we go? Breathe that final breath for the
very last time, look into my eyes and know
that you were always
and ever will be,
the only man for me.
