Heavenly bodies

Midnight, I’m alone, and can’t sleep.

You’re off to Boston, but I wish I were knee-deep. 

The sound of the breeze outside my window is supposed to sound calming.

Then, why the hell am I wishing I were on a different galaxy? 

My nightstand has a photo of you at a beach hotel. 

So sexy, it’s cruel. 

I’m pretending to look at the night sky, but actually thinking of you in your white button-down. 

My face wanted a crow’s feet, not a frown. 

The Jupiter to my Earth, you’re my cosmic protector. 

Shielding me from the asteroids, comets, and vicious particle. 

Sure, I was once a thorny cactus. 

But now, you’re my blooming Lotus. 

Make me a star, a high hanging fruit on a tree. 

That can be captured only by you, don’t you  agree? 

I don’t want to be a decaying root you built, 

Eventually leading to how the bottom leaves of a house plant wilt. 

As the Moon emerges from the clouds.

You’re not here, so I toss and turn, in the blackout.

With your body in my mind, Yours Truly gets her sheets drenched and the pillows bit. 

But promise me, once the Sun appears, it’s you who will be this culprit. 

The galaxy, sky, Jupiter, star, the Sun, and the Moon. 

All the heavenly bodies, are using their gravity to encapsulate us soon, my groom. 

So, drink your beer, and wait for me in the Colonnade at the dawn.

Soon we’ll be singing “here’s to forever and a day,” while driving off to the metaphorical horizon. 

The way I love you

Remember the very first day with introductions and white marker boards? 

Don’t know about you, but I was longing for it for months. 
Wasn’t sure how it was going to turn out,
But I knew it had to be better than what I was leaving about. 
I came from broken heart, looking for my Knight on a white horse. 
And there you were winning awards with flying colors in every course. 

But I was aloof, insecure, a villain in my own story, in pain.
You broke down my heart of stone and walls of vain. 
Not going to lie, it was difficult seeing the daylight.
Everything seemed so bright.
My eyes wouldn’t open well. 
Imagine a blind man getting his vision back after years, and emerging from the cave. 

And so an era began. 
One our friends talk about even now as the love stories remain. 
It’s been years, but all the memories are still so fresh.
How we hid in your bedsheets not to be caught by your roommates.
If some heavenly entity were to come down and ask my fondest memory.
Absolutely, it would be your sweet smile, your aura, and the nights we spent in your white Chevy. 

So this poem is to let you know that I had the time of my life as a wild cat.
When my happiness began and ended with your silhouette.
Remember our phone calls that lasted through the night. 
Whether it was about what we had for lunch that day, our old life stories, or a 2 AM fight. 
Not to be heard by your roommates, you would talk real slow. 
While I sang, danced, and screamed in my studio. 

And even though it’s been years from these memories, 
It’s not tarnished, still perfect like symmetries.
I swear this is the happiest I have ever been in my life. 
As your friend, your lover, your wife. 
Then, now, and all the way through,
Because that’s the way I love you.