What Happens When... (Poem)

At times I feel like writing you a poem

For I always felt like I owe you one

But then I realize that the poem that comes out

Is not the kind that

I would like you to hear

I want to write you something that would soothe you

Something very…sweet

Something that would sweep you off your feet

But then words always freeze on my tongue

I scratch my head so roughly for I cannot find

Any vocabulary that would mean what I want to say

I want the words that would describe

What happens when the sun rises and hits on your eye lashes

What happens when the heavenly stars reflect on the surfaces of your pupils

What happens when the sands of time brush past your sensational face

I can not find the words that describe

What happens when the sun suddenly meets the moon

When the storms rise from the west

To meet those rising from the east

What happens when cumulonimbus clouds

Coalesce behind the marbles of your jelly eyes

I want the words that would paint an image

Of what happens when the sound of your voice

Reaches the depth of my ear, the center of my soul

Words that would describe the precious personality

That lies beneath your beautiful brown skin

What happens when I lay my hands on that softness,

 The silkiness of your skin

The fire that burns within

I cannot find a description of the feeling

I get when your skin slides against mine

When your sharp tongue pierces through my heart

What happens when your loving arms close around my trembling body

The feeling that surges through my veins as you squeeze me tight

I want to write about

What happens when you tell me those words

With the acoustic music of your voice

What happens when I look into those paralyzing eyes

And realize that you mean every single one

Of those three words

Even as a I board my boat to sail on the waters of your soul

I can feel the winds rising from somewhere in the core of your being

These are the winds that are threatening

To rock my terribly unsteady boat

I do not want my unsteady boat to rock

For I want not to sink into the depths of these raging waters

Your raging waters

But I cannot come up with a line

That can put it all down, plain and bold

Words are just not enough

But I still feel like writing you a poem
For I feel like I owe you one

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