She Never Knew

Envelope the warmth
Around your coldness,
Design a sculpture out of the hug
That wraps over your curves,
Now kiss the skin into rapture
To allow your soul to ascend,
And capture the very eyes
That taps the music into yours,
And when the mind asks
The definition of yours,
It can only describe your
Dazzling beauty beyond compare,
And this is only what I write,
I write not what I do,
For do does not follow feel,
And so, do does evaporate
When the feel condenses
Over the heart’s written
Symbols that I just write;
And yet, she never knew.

Getting Warmer

Am I getting warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine hollow
Threads of friendships,
Frozen and colder,
Though in existence,
To pretence our souls
In believing their being,
Lifeless black holes never
To reach stars of our skies,
Forgotten to never remember–

When is it getting warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine golden
Threads of friendships,
Warmer in abundance,
Floral essences as décor,
Stylists shaping them
Into hearts for many
Hugs and kisses
And the forever smiles,
Tiptoeing a poem,
To him and to her,
And again and again,
Tiptoeing a song,
To him and to her,
And again and again,
For I have found
A treasure chest,
Full of warm gems–

Is it going to get any warmer?
Rhetorical, philosophical,
As I examine diamond
Threads of friendships,
Rare garments
To wrap around,
Drums of my heart,
Lights of my mind,
Whispers of my soul,
Without them
All threads freeze
Beyond repair
As the river flows,
Indeed, unbearable,
But they are here
Here, here, here,
I built them a mansion,
An astronomical
Chamber that fits them all,
They are the best of the
Best, closer than the
Closest of all my friends.