this poem

i'm too lazy to actually write something again... so i'm posting poetry ;) hope everyone is having a great weekend -- it's nice and cloudy here in blacksburg --

happy birthday to ian hovey today! (libra extravaganza has yet to come...)

this poem

this poem longs for you
longs for your words-
blue ink scribbled impetuously
into the margin.

i long for you as my poetry
aches for meaning, see you standing
at the top of the staircase unexpectedly
in a bright yellow shirt and torn jeans,
and still, a pull i cannot seem
to capture, your words mingle
with mine as your breath does
and i only want the words more.
how is that? you are the poetry
in my head when i have lost
my pen. your face reflected
in the window, your coat draped
across a chair.

perpetuating thoughts of you
when i am the only one
in the room. in dark rooms
together, we find what
i can’t on paper. it is forced to take shape,
forced to make sense, even without
meaning. and now curiosity will hold me
here, like drowsiness to a bed.

(bri orginial joey ;)