Nothing Else to Say - A Poem

And for once, I have nothing to say
Here with you
In this moment
I have nothing to add
Or interject
Into the air

If we were in a movie
My face would show my thoughts
In a close-up shot
Pan left, to the sunrise
And then out into the open air
Following a car ride
Through the sunshine
And then show my thoughts
As they fall like swirling petals
In my mind
Collecting in a pool
Of memories

And there would be a flashback
To the first moment
And that first impression
To that first look you gave me
Like you were seeing things behind my eyes
A look
Too serious to ignore

And moving forward
Showing me your smile
First
The one that barely touched your lips
Sardonic
And moving forward
I see your eyes crinkle at the edges
And it makes me smile, too

And for once, I have nothing to say
Here with you
In this moment
I have nothing to add
Or interject
Into the still night air

If you could see my thoughts right now
You'd know
How much I love you

But for now,
I have nothing to say
Out loud

Just let me show you
How it feels right now

And if we were in a comic book
My speech bubble would contain
An ellipses...
My panel filled with
Thigh-highs and high heels
An action so dramatic
It would require italics
And underlines

And you would see me across the room
Laughing
And I would see you
Against the wall
Like an island

And flash forward to the blue drinks
And beer runs
And cigarettes
And see it run its course
In a series of snapshots

And flash forward to a future view
Me and you
What we're gonna do
Moving out to California
And the sunshine
And the night time
And the time with you I need it to
Unwind
And rewind
Take it back to that first kiss
The one that caught me off guard
And I said "well, hey,"
'Cause I had nothing else to say
There was nothing else to say

Here with you
In this moment
I have nothing else to add
Or interject
Into the still night air

And if you could see my thoughts right now
You'd know
How much I love you
What I would do for you
That I'm always thinking of you

So for now,
I have nothing else to say
Out loud

Just let me show you
How it feels right now
To know you
How it feels right now
To hold you
In my arms
As the sun comes up

I love you

And I have nothing else to say
Right now
'Cause there's nothing left to say

©2012 ~strawberry-goodness

Snellville Tornadoes - A Poem

The rains came like a metaphor
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes like conversation-starters
Throwing smiles like darts
Haphazard
With careless precision

Drinking beer with my boys
My personal harem
While I turn heads with turn-key tactics

And I don't know how to shoot a combo
But I make the most of dumb-luck and take it home
Laughing it off
Like a clever joke
And I never even knew the punch-line

And we stay up for hours
Because you love to make me laugh

And the rains came like a carnivore
A hungry thing
And I try to play it cool
Pounding on the tin roof
Like my pulse isn't jumping in my throat
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Like byways
And I bide my time, twirling hair like spinning out
These nonchalant conversation-starters
Throwing jibes and low-blows
Like I'm not flirting through my teeth at you

And the rains came like a symphony
Cacophony
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists
Double-fisted
Like I really need
Another beer

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes like conversation-starters
Throwing smiles like darts
Haphazard
With careless precision

But you like to make me smile
And I am happy to oblige

And the rains came
Leaving purple flowers on my parked car
Like some antiquated valentine

And the sun came
Like some forgotten friend

And you rubbed my back and gave
Me
A gentle squeeze
When the thunder made me jump
When the lightning flashed
Illuminating the nightscape
The ghosts of trees
In darkness

The rains came like a metaphor
Pounding on the tin roof of this covered porch
Blowing in sideways, through screen doors
Soaking through pant-legs in swirling mists

And twirling hair in fingertips,
I smoke cigarettes I can't afford
Like nothing happened
Because nothing did

Just you and me
Like always

A crazy storm
Two crazy kids
And then the sun came
My forgotten friend

Throwing smiles
With careless precision

©2012 ~strawberry-goodness