The Poet

If every kiss cost a dollar

I would save all my money

and buy me some lipstick.

I would flaunt my lips

and save some money.

Golden evenings

when the sun reminisces

and stays

For an extra while

I feel young

As I never have felt before

watching it set with you

Goodbyes remind me of bittersweet lullabys

The way your eyes watch mine

I love you

I cannot say it back

These feelings 

Do not simply wash away with the rain

They stick to the windows

And remind me of my pain

I am only able to tolerate

Romance in my mind’s eye

while

I’m sleeping

And daydreaming

Feelings bloom

I wish to save myself 

In every way I am able

Eyes twinkling in golden moonlight

Faucets of love pour upon the coarseness of her heart

She wants it all

The only light shed at night decorates her little body

She belongs to the moon

While winds whistle

Air is parched of quietness

and our mouths remain sealed

Our silences speak for us

Dance with me 

silly boy

For you are not a man

Yet 

I am scared of romance

I am afraid to trust 

My wounded soul needs loving

My wounded heart craves lust

A single silver ring

Cradles my thumb

a distant cousin

Of diamonds

Who used to decorate my left hand

They, the human 

Who releases their belongings

And accepts

All they need to exist

Is love