Poetry

Hidden in my poems
Are my feeling for you,
Wrapped in metaphors they cry
With love and longing for you.
They scream your name
As with zegumas, they bare
My body and my soul,
In similies are hidden secrets,
That they shy away from,
In images is envisioned
That future they wish for,
My poetry holds you,
And kisses you with words,
Kisses I hoard,
Words I cherish,
My poetry tells a story,
Of my feelings for you
That unravel slowly,
Like meter in free verse,
Unseen yet there,
Lingering slowly over end rhymes,
It’s kisses linger over yours,
And in smilies and rhymes
It beats out our story,
Slowly, softly,
A poem whispered under a pillow,
It traces the maps of our bodies.
My metaphors cuddle with you,
Under a heavy blanket,
Of pathetic fallacy
Falling like snow on a still day
Enjoyed from within a warm room,
My words kiss your skin,
Slowly, softly,
In iambic pentameter,
As they compare you
To a cool summer’s evening.