No Time For Metaphors

     In honor of National Poetry month, I thought it'd be fun this week to dig up some uber dramatic poetry that I did in my twenties, inspired by my journey of waiting for my future Boo. Next up, "No Time For Metaphors"!

Note: I'll be doing a video read of this poem very sooooon!

No Time for Metaphors

I'm out of luck for metaphors and similes now

I just wish you would come and talk to me, 

Not just stare, not just glare, not just hope,

Not just dare to swirl around new ideas across a table as we partake in 

A new type of communion, a union, a fusion

Something just falling, falling, falling from

The kitchen, sounds like a falling star

But I don't know how to gage the urgency of what you see

When you see me do you want us to be

You and me beyond the veil above expectation,

But a candle just blew out and I'm in the dark waiting

For your hand to touch mine across the table of time and 

I hold my breath, and 

I hold my breath---

And time goes by

I still don't know how to play this game of chess,

Or is it checkers,

Maybe black jack or poker

It's all a risk to me 

And the main course is being prepared 

The Chef has taken delicate care to make sure that

Love is served to me.