I’d like to give a short introduction to this poem. Not only to give credit where credit is due, but to give context.
I credit all of the words of the poem to Allen Eskens, the author of The Life We Bury. While reading the book, I noted phrases and sentences that particularly attracted me. Despite not being a romantic book, I picked out blurbs that were romantic or loving in nature.
I was inspired by this poem from a project I did my senior year of high school. While reading Frankenstein, I were tasked with the project of making a poem with words and phrases from Frankenstein, one of the books on our reading list. I’ve had this idea for a poem for awhile, but reading the poetic words from The Life We Bury prompted me to repeat the exercise. There were certain phrases and imagery that struck me— almost hauntingly beautiful and poetic in nature.
I hope you enjoy the poem:
People don’t understand love
With the speed and tumult of a falling mountain river
My head pulsed with waves of excitement
The musical tone of her words
Rose and purled
Then kicked with jazz
Her smile transformed her
I stared in awe, taking her in
A soft, slow, warm kiss, so tender it hurt
Her skin pulled me toward her like gravity
Sweaty, clumsy, bounce-off-the-walls type of love
Slow-melting, Sunday morning type of love
He shook it with the enthusiasm
Deep enough you might show
What came out was the wonders of life
Oozed out viscous and thick,
Sweetie, you’re an angel.
Lay behind her,
Breathing in her scent
Savoring the faint beating of her heart.
Could she tell the taste of her kiss
Lingered on my lips?
In a graceful arabesque
I opened my mouth to tell him:
To save all the time spent.
Waiting would have been wasted.