Picture

Now, I have something,
Something that is yours.
I stared at your eyes.
“The first to blink is out!”
I thought, then I laughed.
Your eyes, they’re pretty.
I looked through them.
I wished to see me.
I hope, then I laughed.
Your lips, they’re shiny.
I wondered if they’re soft.
I touched mine.
I smiled, then I laughed.
This picture, you showed me.
Still belongs to someone else.
I thought, I already have something,
Something that is yours.
I still wish that I have.

Woolgathering

Every time I see you
I wish I could run to you,
Touch your chin, watch you smile.
Every time you walk ahead of me
I wish I could pull you back,
Embrace you, feel the hair on your neck.
Every time we sit together,
I wish I could touch your fingers,
Trace the lines of your palm, lock them with mine.
Every time you laugh,
I wish I could laugh with you,
Kiss you, feel your cheek.
Every time you lay your head on my lap
I wish I could touch your face, whisper to your ear
That every time I wish,
I wish you could feel the same,
As to how I feel for you.

Snapshots

You bellowed at that clumsy couple
And I’m glad I was the only one to hear.
You slapped my leg
And I’m glad to know you were there.
You walked fast ahead of me
And I’m glad to know you’re in reach.
You sat at the far end
And I’m glad for I could stare.
Every time I looked
My eyes would bow
My heart would sigh
And I still am glad, for now I know.

It Has Been A While

It was on this holy place,
When I drew you in poem.
White as before.
Hair still black.
It has been a while.
It has been a while.
I let my eyes be yours again.
I didn’t listen. I read your lips,
As they subtly speak.
For minutes, I just stared,
hoped that you’ll catch my eyes.
For minutes, I thought,
I wanted you to feel I was yours,
I wanted to feel you were mine.