Desperation

write it out
write it out
take pen to paper
and scribble your blues away
but there’s not enuf ink in this pen
or hours in a day
to write down all of the things i have to say
i mean
i could fill the nile with ink
dip my plume
scribe across the sky until
there was no more room
i’d still
have
poems about you
you thought you’d be a blurb
or a gentle mental innuendo
in a stanza
but baby
you’ve got volumes
i’ve tried to
write it out
write it out
i’ve composed sonnets and short stories
about fantasy lovers
novellas and epics about near death escapades
but in every one
you resuscitate my life
with a kiss
change the ending
change the ending
ignore the middle
erase the beginning
write it out
maybe our story would’ve made more sense
in hieroglyphs
but i can’t draw for shit
and the only language i know between us
is body movement
more than grinds and writhes
more than kisses and caresses
we were like
synchronized swimmers in the waters of life
free-flowing
feather-light
and in love
i’ve got to
ride it out
ride it out
ride out this anger
ride out this anguish
ride out this desperation
ride out this episode
you know
to make room for the next one
until my mind and the horizon are clear
and u are just a tender moment
in the midnight
of my life

© 2006 Kelechi Music Publishing

photo by Jenn Rhubright