YOU HAUNT ME


I read your words and they shake the ground beneath me
awestruck, mesmerized, ravaged by your rustic soliloquy
the thought, the sense, the poignancy mirrors my own
I'd stop a while and catch my breath, or I am blown

how could you know the words I long to read
like knowing how the acorn would grow from the seed
how could you let your pen traverse every line
like a hand that knows my body, every mound to climb

I drink of your phrases like I would a passion fruit
intoxication rising as every verse takes root
curse to the damned at the turn of the final page
I am riled that you rushed me to a halt, my lyrical sage

thereto and hereto, in circles but nowhere to
lost and in search for words sprung from you
dance with me again, romance me in my bed
shall I be loved and caressed
shall I lie wating and haunted


I'd like to think of this as another rose fallen on my feet. I was in the room waiting for Papa so we could watch 'Y Tu Mama Tambien' together... he was playing Rise of Nations. And then the words just came pouring into my head and I had to write them down cause he was still using the computer. I know I've been moseying in in poetryland for some time now and it's not my turf. Alas, my short story muse hasn't returned.

'If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with'... err... that's a song... heh.