Men and Love

by CindyUng

August 12, 2015

Can I not

Munch on my potato chips

And watch some football

Or play my video games

Or read a good novel,

Without you interrupting

My every thought?

Can you forgive me

Since all I can do

Is munch on my pretzel sticks

And change the channel

Or sketch meaningless drawings

Or drown in musty bed sheets,

While I think of us together

Full of glee?

I still wonder when I will find

The Lancelot in the legend of my heart --

Where in just half a spark,

I'll show you, my Lady Guinevere,

Our happiness …

My commitment …

Will never be left behind.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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