you're everything....now if only you would notice....

I wish that you could understand
the heaviness of your words
when you say things that are doled out to me
Like maple syrup
waves of intensity covered in molasses intentions
I wonder if you wish that I'd
take a leap of faith
Cliff jumping is just as hard for me
I can feel wind running like smooth water
left rib to right rib
feels like fingers that I wish would curl around mine
as if you could mold new Frida Kahlo fingerprints
with intelligent eyes and a sunshine mind
clearer than the Aurora Borealis
I feel thoughts like children's swings
the wonderings
of how much you think of me
the lonely afternoons you describe
I wonder how much I'm on your mind
You are Pablo Neruda amongst Stephanie Meyers
The Southern sanctity to Northside fires
you are a solace of James Brown soul
next to secular sins we sooth our commercial ears with
You are my caffeinated Coca-Cola in a midnight cram
the kind of person who make me stand up and shout
Yes I am
I am proud of the life I lead
the beats I bleed
the poetry I roll and knead into
the bread of knowledge
that crushes your wining back into grapes
keeping privacy behind drapes
the Cyd Charisse class I will own till the day
I dance upstairs; foxtrot out of my grave
you keep me there
Even when it's war of the worlds outside
When people terrorize our souls
till we're soldiers refusing to die
You remind me that there's things worth the fight
You said you loved cruelty and cruelty is not unrequited
In loving you too even when it was uninvited
Unexpected
Unknown
to your expectations
I untied the knots in your thread
Where you embroidered roads to the wrong
I began to resew until the patterns flowed into art
You see a whole can't be torn apart
And the rainbow routes on your maps are all I need
to recap how I feel and patch up my wheels
to follow your heart with mine
It's not a race
I'm only asking if you wouldn't mind
Sharing the precious commodity of Carpe Diem
Time.
So I can fine tune my feelings into poems
Rhyme
My heart will confess to you like a jukebox that's been waiting for
Dimes
I just want you to know
that you're a New York skyline
even though nobody's ever told you before
It's because they were scared
to piss you off
Because someday you'll rule the world
Bigger than Tom Cruise or Al Gore
and I'll be here waiting for that day
You'll be standing on tables and I'll have tickets for the floor
Hoping you'll remember those lonely afternoons when I thought of you
Knowing I un-knotted your maps
Remembering that cruelty loves nothing more than your company