Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Here I Am

By: gman

coffeehouse,
caffeine-rich but sugar-free
Saturday night without a life.
I find myself here and all alone
with my bitter coffee (coffeehouse
is out of sugar,
simply inconceivable).
A Reggae love song, that I don’t even like,
invades my soul via
tempanic membranes and
cold rainy nights,
moves my heavy soul just enough
to make me think of You
(damn Bob Marley!).

And now I’m wanting some
good French wine,
a Swedish dinner,
a long Scandinavian night with
a fire
and a blanket
and a sappy love story
on VHS
with auto-tracking
and nobody home
except... You.
Hell, forget the dinner,
we could even forget the
long Scandinavian night,
because any night would work,
all the nights,
some kind of night
like tonight
of all nights-
tonight I miss You
with all of my
caffeine-enhanced being,
I miss You.

So, I take all of that
sloppy feeling,
spilling a bit on this paper,
and save the rest until
I see You again.

Feeling, like good French wine,
grows better with age,
and I want to give to You
the sweetest, most mature
love I can,
sugar-free.