Cardboard and Oceans
I wrote these maybe about 2 years ago. But I edited Cardboard Scent because I wanted to be more visual to describe the moment better… I like it better this way; I can totally remember how I felt at least from reading my previous poem. The last one is just one I liked writing; it’s a bittersweet, sappy love poem. Again, this was written about 2 years ago. I didn’t edit that one now though.
Cardboard Scent
My knees tight, I walked down the brisked-air aisles,
Extendeding beneath my feet were dull colors
Accompanied by a delayed emptiness.
The black, purple, and green cartons bouncing off
Those ugly florescent lights, plumeting in swirls
Around my fruitful, wetting eyes…
The scent of freshly cut cardboard overwhelmed
All of my senses like cutting into a pearl onion.
The smell of you
Bestowed upon my every effort
To long forget this bittersweet musk
Taking me back to our warm nights in my single bed
And long drives up that windy road to the forests
Where we snapped pictures of
Our shoes, my hips, your eyes.
Midnight snacks and early morning love making.
I played an angry ball with the avalanche resistance—
But it was far too late from one accidental sustained wiff
Each tip of each of finger held a sharp tingling
A heavy burden…
My heart beat pounding like a flu shot
In every
Tiny…. pinprick…spot, fingers now numb.
Heart now sinking, …
I left the doors wide open
As I, gracefully still,
Stumbled back outside into the stubborn, concrete world.
Perfect, Imperfect Dream
I am your ocean
You my sand.
When you are missing,
I still feel you around…
You seep through my hand so easily
But I can make you an Hour glass the size of my sea…
Or I can just make your sky blue,
If you want me to.
Love is my sun, you are the reflection.
I am a fountain, from me you drink
I will keep you alive with my love inside…
I am made of stone when it comes to you, secured to the Earth so…
And I wont move unless
You knock me down.
Never, never have I dreamt a life
So long with one beside
Until now
Until now
Are you sure you do not want to swim in your ocean?
When you hold my hand so tight
It creates golden light,
It makes me warm inside;
Nothing is cold when you are beside.
Every night I sooth you with tunes
I feed you for many moons
I kiss you with tenderness
You kissed me back the way I kiss you
Reminded me with your whisper
What I meant to you.
Your faults I adore; I regret ever needing more.
I realize, I see,
Perfection is a niave thought’s, o so keen
But you, my dear, are my perfect, imperfect dream.
