love_shapes

poetry. writers workshop. the undeniables.

session VII

and off we go to the next step: http://theroadagain.wordpress.com

star

i called out to you,
my forever shooting star,
to save a wish for me.

and when i awoke
the next morning
i placed a scratch
against my bedpost
to mark another dream
of which you haunted.

it is practically worn out now.

my bedpost, my fingernail,
my insides- that contain
this brick of a thing
some call a heart.

what gentle pain you’ve
placed in me that
ravages with every moment
of lonesome silence.

i am not yet able to proclaim
my complete disconnect from you,
as every word i speak, think,
write, drips with the memory

of you underneath, above,
inside, soft, rough, cold
warm, everything, anything.

i’ve given up now. subsided
to believe that this scar
will remain in your shape.

my forever shooting star.

obtuse triangle

i must admit
the warmth of your touch
caught me by surprise.
when once we stood
almost eye to eye,
side by side
i now find myself leaning
back, away, farther,
further still.

afraid to admire,
but daring to dream.

sphere

i thought of you as the world crashed down around me

every
building
stumbling,
fumbling.

dodecahedron

it is as if around every corner
there is a woman to love
already being loved by
another.

this not to say my
heart does not feel
the pull of the mild
crush that permeates
and forms
into the aching,
wistful wishes.

most times i contort
and contrive delicate
words to describe
my feelings, vaguely

but tonight i wish
to speak plainly,
as my mind grows
tired, my eyes
exhausted-

almost ready to give up
the search for another visage
of romantics in which to replace
the original theorem that had
not-so-recently
been deconstructed.

and yet, these beautiful
faces, these
feminine wiles
are sure to send my mind
reeling in perpetual motion.

but i am the ultimate sucker,
the most foolish of fools,
and admittedly have fallen,
or will fall
for every one of you.

hexagon

i placed my shape
next to yours

they fit together
exactly,

a perfect pattern.
repeat. repeat. repeat.

octahedron

the other day you saw me
through my window,
i paused to ask of your name
only to remember
where we had previously met.
you brought me flowers, flowers
that smelled of the summer we spent.
you gave me kisses, kisses

that tasted of a childhood escaped.
innocence exchanged for lustful cravings,
exchanged for fantastical thrills.
but, through the window
on the other side of us
reflects our yearning for youth,
as i dream older than i am.
i still can’t recall your name.

cube

i have spent a million years dreaming of you.
[today was our last day together]
i am withered, tired, drained,
[i spent the morning watching you,]
fragile in my decaying state.
[kissed each eye lid to never forget]
and yet, with my last breath
[i know the words i spoke, they tug]
i promise to dedicate
[firmly inside me, forever connected]
my next lifetime to you as well.
[but when you awake, i will be gone.]

oval

smooth, simple,
these are the
times
i remember
when i
think of
you.

heptagon: seven ways to know

1. profuse palm sweat
2. reluctant one-liners
3. regret following failed one-liners
4. day dreams delaying productive work
5. st-st-stuttering
6. explosive feeling in heart region
7. poems. lots and lots of poems.

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