three poem story

Three poems describing an infatuation from beginning to end

sweet cinnamon hair
blue eyes so mesmerizing
stardust coats your skin like a fine powder
just a smile makes my heart skip a beat

i crave to spend every minute with you
a love bug infected my mind
thoughts of you consume my days
i long to be your darling

how to talk to you
how do i even begin
my throat goes dry at the thought
my words not yet worthy of you

all this praise is grandiose
i love too hard and fast
you’ve captured my eye and i don’t want to let go
i hope i’ve caught yours too

//

looking back at time through
old eyes i used to
own and wondering
how didn’t i
know?

your sweet cinnamon
hair so infectious i
can’t seem to get
enough of the taste like
a wet tongue
on a hot iron the pain
worth the effort

calls have been
answered and
requests been made you
and i have miles before
us,

a roaring river rips right
through the woods with
no remorse like you ripped
through my old eyes

TJ Ekelburg staring
straight but not
unknown but not
but not but not but not

//

my sweet cinnamon slips
like the fine sand
of dunes at the beach the
sky painfully far
above from the lonely place
i stand

violent winds tear and
pull the directions from
underneath my
aching, destitute feet

stumbling, grasping onto whatever
my hands can feel around the
wind trapped barren landscape
that has become the
bedroom surrounding me

cinnamon seeped deep into
the walls boxed around
me and my suffering
body so still so still
i can’t be detected

parched lips can’t
tell age old secrets so
water is kept as
far as possible achieving
no purpose from above