Redemptional Plight

Speak to me the words
that are held hostage behind your elusive lips.
Menaced by the rigorous trauma inflicted upon that delicate structure of your’s.
I’m finding it difficult to allow words to flow from this here pen,
because well, to be honest I feel as though they are all inadequate.
Then again, everything seems to be incompetent when held close to you.
I yearn to be the one you flee toward when the tides have turned their cheek.
I ache to be the one who calms your storms.
I pine to bandage your every wound.
I long for my hands to be the ones that gently bear your heart.
I wish for my fingertips to play your heartstrings melodically.
I hope that someday you are placed beside me,
to wade through all of life’s hardships and treasured moments together.
To savor your smile,
always and forever.

Sweet Pea

Scribbled names inside scrawled hearts,
contemplative question marks.
Candy apple lips,
and rock candy eyes.
Why do you believe my lollipop lies?
Don’t you see that I’m a sucker for you?
Can’t you see past my sugarcoated stories?
The gooey impressions of your marshmallow hugs,
have managed to keep my thoughts stuck on you.
You reside in my every ice cream dream.
Silent white prayers,
reassure me that my candy-heart-phrases will not go unrequited.
Daisy petals left in a pile on my floor,
reflect my steady belief in
“love me, love me not’s.”
I’ve come to realize you can learn alotta things from the flowers.
The way your eyes linger upon me like molasses,
and the fruity fables I sell to you for a dime,
make my peanut-brittle bones shudder with elation.
Would you please just crack your jawbreaker barricade,
and kiss me already?