'Mia Amor'

It's a couple of minutes to one in the night, but!
I have to write a verse or two with a mention of your name,
Yet no word is bright in mane to appear besides the game you're worth as the princess of the joyous jungle of treasures

I wish to get lost in and never be found

At mid day, I tried a Jesus lizard walk on the April rains' waters
Forming the pools you strategically hope and skip
Your eyes dreaming of sleep besides the

Adonis with a touch befitting a poetess

Then came the day's last minutes the sun,

Inches into the horizon as the light across the skies

Resembling your skin in color called on memories

I could bookmark these lines and send the verses in vases
That nest blossoms of hope for a dawn worth the wait
The bitter bite of dust and just-witty rejection by any

I tend and love within the confines of a heart yearning

 To uphold and cherish the dignity of your trust in ability

 To choose as per fate's wisdom.

The John Donne in me is not worth a strand of your hair
I am pleased to be humbled by the sophistication of your beauty,

The joy and simplicity you find in what most take for granted.

Lest I forget, your candid questions that make me explain

Stuff about me with a mix of surprise at own-self

And the tremor of child caught sneaking with an empty cookie jar

I write this to you for I am in the mood for a poetic gab

With sensational seams but only the needle of your eyes,

 Ears and skin's pores can stitch it all into a single word…

That which poets divided by concrete beams of emotions understand

~~ L & TJ