I want to write you songs

I often write you poems, but I want to write you songs.

Simple syllable structures do not adequately capture your complexities.
The staccato of careful couplets cannot convey your dulcet dynamism.

I would sing to you in bird squawks and animal growls;
My shy tongue unable enunciate your beauty.
Even in song, I would fail to articulate your significance to me.

You are pure symphony.
An orchestra would better capture the melodic cacophony of your perfect contradictions.

I would transpose words for notes and beats;
Encode emotion in a worthier form of art.
I would write refrains for us to hum together;
A new lexicon of love.

I want to write you songs but instead I write you poems

Knowing words alone, no matter how carefully arranged,
Will never quite be enough.

[13/05/20]

15/11/19

Together we wither.
Desperate dysfunctional symbiosis.
Roots wreathe mutual asphyxiation
But we bloom brief, bright
Necrotic ecstasy.
Our small deaths assure me that I’m alive.

Peanut butter lover

He is salt-sweet peanut butter.
He is the contradiction of crunched nuggets nestled smooth in peanut butter.
He is rich dairy and earth nutty, peanut butter.
Palette-conquering and claggy;
Stubborn to the roof of your mouth peanut butter.
In his resistance to comply with dry bread,
Unspreadable, peanut butter.
Sits comfortable on hot toast,
Melts in deep– peanut butter.
Smooths over crumb roughness, peanut butter.
With the lid left off too long;
Top-crusted, coagulated and congealed,
Inconsistent, peanut butter.
In a world of nut allergies, inconsiderate peanut butter.
Rebelliously and unapologetically, he has always been peanut butter.
I let him know I love him,
But I love a lot of things.
Peanut butter.

[28/09/19]

Clear glass

In my clear glass,
Iced crushed cubes,
Clear too,
Cut crisp lines
Into clear liquid.
Frosted threat
Of condensation
Interrupted as
Rivulets run
Cold clarity
Thinly through.
Watery transparency,
Struggling
To sate its vessel.

You, dairy richness,
Abundantly fill
Your clear glass.
Generously coat
Its surface
Thick
With the lustre of your
Sustaining
Stubborn
Stayingness.
Unapologetic
Full-fat
Nourishment.
Creamy vitality
I refuse to dilute.

[19/04/19]

I want to write you songs

I often write you poems, but I want to write you songs.
I want to wrap you up in verse and carry you in cadence.
These simple syllable structures do not capture your complexities;
The staccato of careful couplets cannot convey your dulcet dynamism.
An orchestra could better capture the melodic cacophony of your perfect contradictions.
You are pure symphony.

No one was ever more deserving of a song.
And I would sing to you in bird squawks and animal growls
With a shy tongue unable to properly pronounce your beauty.
Just as scribbled poems don’t quite succeed
In expressing your significance to me.

Your song is one I’ve never heard before but that’s always been in my head.
Syllables seamlessly transition into notes, losing all verbal meaning;
Encoding emotion into a refrain that only you and I could know.
In your song, I find a whole new lexicon of love.
A worthier form of art.

You are song so vivid, passionate, poignant that I could paint it.
Eyes closed in intuition
Deeply, innately, understanding your rise and fall.
Your tuneful discordance.
Majors and minors perfectly palatable to me
As I traverse your flats and sharps.

I want to write you songs.
Instead, I write you poems
Knowing that words alone, no matter how carefully arranged,
Are never quite enough.

[29/12/18]

Painful love

I’ve always looked for painful love;
I thought it had to hurt.
I know now that I’ve been mislead
By the loves I’ve loved and learnt.
It’s in the way you look at me;
It’s easeful in your eyes.
Even when it’s not said easily
I feel the words inside.
It comforts like a blanket
But it challenges me too.
It’s not easy learning love again,
But it’s easy loving you.

[29/12/18]

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