Poem Spree!

From the dawn of your smile on me I could see
Its magnificence might cause a fatality
For it lit up the whole night and warmed me like sunlight,
Inspired my surrender: a white flag at first sight.
I couldn't resist the allure of your lips,
And the smile in your kiss tastes like mist and rose hips:
So fresh, like the first glimpse of sunrise. I know I
Am in way too deep to pretend I can keep my
Emotion a secret-I know you can see it.
My love was inside, and your smile unleashed it.

And that was my demise, not the light in your eyes,
Nor the glow of your skin or the way your hand glides
On my hair. No, its there: above your clefted chin
Where the tan of your whiskers turns into pink skin
Of your lips, turning up like the curve of your cup,
Framing pearls of your teeth. You don't know how to stop
Tempting me. So you see, to that smile I'm a slave,
Don't know how to behave since the moment you gave
Me that grin- I gave in. I give in. And you win.
And I hope I have something that you delight in,
That inspires your poems and fills up your dreams
The way I am inspired when your smile beams
For then you understand what I try to describe:
Mere words can't convey what your smile does inside.


If one day I awoke and I found that you'd gone
My world would collapse and I'd find before long
That its easiest to forget things I loved so:
The slant of your cheekbones, the flare of your nose.
The shade of your eyelids, the silk in your touch,
The lilt of your voice... might not haunt me...too much...
And little by little I may seem less bereaved,
But that smile-your smile- it might never leave.



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We've been frequenting Open Mic at Busboys and Poets on Tuesday nights, and I've been inspired by the great - and sometimes mediocre - poetry. I decided to dust off my writing cap and try my hand at it since I do enjoy poetry and also want to exercise my writing muscles (particularly as I prepare to write grad school essays...) I've started with easy, inspiring things: Sasan's voice, which was the first thing I noticed about him; his smile; and a heartfelt plea for forgiveness (Have you ever felt like that? Don't you hate it? That urgent, humiliating, nauseating realization that you - yes you - have done something so beneath you?)



Next, maybe I'll tackle something more socially aware. Like the war.