I wanted to write about our happiness
Especially with this night's stillness
Tonight I wanted to write about me and you
The you I loved, the one I first met
The you on our memorable first date
One whose smile condensed me like dew
One who brought the better out of me
And took 30 good minutes just to hug me
The one who smiled, one who was shy
The you who actually taught me how to kiss
"Close your eyes, and hold me like this "
Yes, we passionately osculated for hours
When the entire big world was just ours
The one I locked fingers with and walked
You remember those nights we talked?
No moment has ever matched that so far
Some memories are vivid, some are blur
Thought about that funny day in my room
When you swept me like a new broom
To the bed, did you actually want it
You were an apple I always wanted to eat
But I was too young, thought it would last
Or maybe being the first, wanted it to last
I wanted to write about that **** card
You sent me wishing me luck and success,
It made that year the best I've ever had
I wanted to write about your embrace
Wanted to write about how I dreamed
When your affection filled and brimmed
I was tempted to think we were forever
To flow to happily ever after, like a river
Write about how I missed you during school
When thinking about you restored my cool
Each time I was provoked and frayed
You were a constant each time I prayed
With you in my life, I was a crowned king
"Long distance ",the song I recall you sing
To write about that little I could afford
Remember the gifts, my first, It's a record
I was ashamed when you disappeared
I felt my instincts mock me, I feared
To write about my the favorite picture
I think about that in almost every lecture
Didn't want to buy you the small sweet
My heart is what said I should do it
I was glad when you actually loved them
The deep emotions are hard to explain
Afraid words might make them sound plain
I remember Mil wanted U and I make love
I was so honest with you little loving dove
I wanted us to travel the whole world
I hoped to be with you till grey and bald
Today I just wanted to be simple and true
As I remember the moments with you
The moments I were treasured and hailed
But I was still affected,once again I failed

like summer rain,
she osculated flames.

Frigidity wounded the tender palms,
numbness nestled in beards,
crystals of snow hung from her earrings;
all now photographs that have creased.

The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls,
recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow,
but the seasons are meant to spiral,
and amidst the mosses osculated by winters,
there bloomed petals adorned by renewal.

Some cling tight to the yarn,
afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave,
while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater —
the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands,
pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads.

Once one with the pine tree,
trembling in a blizzard,
they now converse of and with past,
clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.