To My Togepi (A Drunken Poem)

I hear your
Smile from across the room
And turn to see
Your laughter
Spilling all over
Like markers
Easily on a white page.
Your thoughts
Are ART,
Connecting and creating
In a way that
Confuses convention
And outwits the water
Who drowns
Originality.
Original Gangster,
You are your own.
But mine, all the same.
And guess who I love.
C'est toi.

Only

If I were the sun, I would warm you.

Caress your handsome features 

With the ends of my molten fingers.

Reach, stretch toward the earth

To lick the tip of your nose

And bathe your soul in sunshine

And wish the warmth might heat your heart.
I'd make arrangements with the clouds
Who'd protect you from my blaze
And I'd miss you on those days,

But you would be the reason I rose.

If I were the wind,

I would comb your hair with cool breeze.

Lull you to sleep when you please
On our wind chime.
I would whistle and sing through the trees,
I would blow away your sorrows
And ease into tomorrow
Each morning, waking you again

With a light airy touch
As I whisper,
"Good morning, my love."

If I were the moon,

I would pull and push the tides

In whatever direction you wished to float.

In the depths of the most velvety black night,

I would illuminate your path

With a silvery glow.

And every night I would boast to the stars.

That you are mine.

But I'm only me
And all I can do
Is love you.

Future

Your love traps me here
And no future that parts us
Can ever survive

Morning

Gentle pressure, warmth
Folding blankets divide us
Good morning, my love

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Some questions are best
Left unanswered, at least out loud
I'll keep wondering.

Some places are best
Left unmapped, at least for now.
So keep wandering.

Some feelings are best
Left unsaid, I'm not sure how.
Just keep wallowing. 

My Body

Soft, supple, curvy
A tentative pink sunrise
Changing, yet constant

Books

They looked at the corny cover

Of my corny book

And called it corny.

And they were right.

But isn't there a saying

About people and faces?

Something that tells us

Not to judge based on races

Or features or clothing,

Or style, or looks?

Maybe that saying

Could be applied to books.