I can’t do this, I must be crazy.
You must be crazy!
How in the living heck can you expect me to write a love poem?
I could NEVER write a love poem!
“Once upon a time, my half-fiancé, half-cheated on me with that
half-marine when she was at her half-assed college half way up the
Blah, doesn’t sound too good, does it?
“Oh the mystical magical marvelous evening meetings by the
seashore, with the sparkles and rainbows glistening in the spring air…”
What are we, fairies!?
Maybe I’ll get down on one knee and confess,
my deep, unyielding, unrepentant, guilty, jealous,
burning, burning, deep, jones, obsession, desire,
for cheese fries!!
How could I ever write a poem to express something as complex
and unimaginable as the Lword?
How can I hope to write about…my own experiences?
No way to describe that feeling deep down in my bread basket,
the tingling anticipatory reaction I get just seconds before
I see her.
I could never explain that her kiss still lingers on my lips
deliciously for ages after we part.
How the hell am I supposed to say that I, a grown man, can
sit there, in his comfy chair,
curled up with a hankie, tearing as tale as old as time from
Beauty and the Beast dances before my screen just because of the
feelings she has breathed into me?
I didn’t just say that out loud just now, did I?
No way!! That’s it! I can’t do this!
I cannot explain to people that feeling of unequivocal
contentment when she’s there with me, arm in arm, hand in
hand,entwined in a cuddle cloud,
on the couch with the fire in the fire place burning.
Not even needing the Lord of the Rings on the TV screen to
take us to the fantasy realm that we are already in, in our embrace.
No, yo no tengo las parablas,
No way to convey
Indonesian or Tagalog.
I can not write
a love poem.
I just don’t have the words,
to do it right.