I allow myself to be so silly
That I’d already write a poem for you
…
But you are a jewel
amongst the rough.
What a privilege
It is
to even be in your presence
That in these downtown mines
Around the dull and drab rock
There is a glitter to be found
In your eyes
Those sparkling gems,
Inner radiance pouring forth
From a heart like gold.
Do you know
The other night
I laid down to sleep
And thought about you,
smiling?
I know how absurd this is,
But I cannot help it —
You remind me
Of real beauty,
That it is a rarity
To be treasured.
You make me feel protective of you,
For I can feel the soft heart of compassion,
Misunderstood
But I see it —
I feel it —
And alarm bells go off,
Thinking of this world’s coldness.
Never let this world swallow its warmth —
Say the word and I’ll protect it.
…
You remind me of the difference,
Between love and lust —
For in hearing you speak,
I am overcome with the urge
To hold you.
For your vulnerability
Should be cradled.
I want to remind you
How beautiful it is
And undo the words
Of everyone
who made you think otherwise.
…
To put it plainly,
I have a crush on you —
You make my head spin,
Like those clock hands,
That somehow sped
Oh too quickly —
Conversation turning its gears
Blindingly fast —
I want to feel your hands in mine
I want to look in your eyes as you confess
Those secrets held in your heart.
I want to show you love,
And I want to see you shine!
What is this mysterious force
Where my highest fantasy,
Is simply to hug you,
To feel your warmth,
Pointing to that warmth
Carried in your soul?
My hands know what to do —
If I released my restraint,
They’d tuck your hair
behind your ear…
and the affection they’d give,
would be sign language,
spelling my admiration.
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 