I usually post on Thursdays/Fridays, but I had something I really wanted to squeeze between. Truth is, I haven’t written a poem in a long long time. It’s sad because all I was doing in the start was poetry. But I’ve been inspired by a few things, including Tele’s incredible series on ‘Letters to my dear true wife’. Forgive, the literary nuances of this might be all over the place, but it has soul in it.
So this is me talking to her the morning before I Do. I feel it. Enjoy
We aren’t a couple bae, we’re a team,
The kind that give principalities the creeps
And disrupt industries the world over
The kind that annul trending norms about fidelity
and trust and selflessness and all those virtues that makes love love.
You, me, this moment, this isn’t romantic, it’s epic.
The sensation in our loins right now,
It’s the kind that births legends and redefines history
The greatest expression of composure
Is me pocketed, seeming calm as I look at you right now.
But oh just you touch me, feel the chaos raging inside.
You aren’t just my greatest discovery, you’re my ignition
The fire you’ve started wont die till today becomes a distant past
And we survey the ruin we’ve caused to perceptions of impossibilities.
And recount the ashes of transformed lives we left in our wake.
You aren’t just flesh and blood bae,
You’re the fulfillment of a divine promise.
So I find in you the warmth that an undershirt gives
And the pride and royalty only a crown can bring.
My muse, my juice, my ammo
My tickle, my twinkle, my mojo
I’m frustrated by the limitations of spoken language
But in this lifetime, I’ll show you what English cant express.
So before you slide into that white gown
And glide down that aisle
And stun me yet again with those tranquilizing eyes
Know that I love you,you the general of my army
And me the lucky sergeant who gets to hoist you for a lifetime.
Ben Anyan (c) 2015
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