If I could wish for a poem
that could make you sob
with every passionate
breath you've got.
If it could push every
single bone in your body to
make love to my soul-
everytime my words
steal your consciousness.
To tuck me under your
skin, as my rhymes
serve your midnight,
to be your melody
your pillow
your bed.
A shade of color
in a dream
you'd dream,
or a blink on your
heavy eyelids.
A choice, that
would change the end
of the story,
like moving you
or actually throbing
you toward a pause,
perhaps then you wont
leave me short-
with high heels.
A piece that would
touch you deeply,
then you wouldn't dumb my
summer smile,
for I wouldn't like
another lonely lemonade
under the gold forks of
a burning sun...
Won't like to be left
with icecream melting
on my pink shoes,
the ones I wear when
I like to feel younger-
when you aught
to act older.
A perfect poem,
that you'd like
to listen to,
with all the senses
that you've got
as I recite it.
And I will recite it once, only once
but then I'll make sure that
the poem would be a poem
that could never
reach to an end...
