Bits & Pieces

As I lay in bed, with your arms wrapped around me

I couldn’t think of anything apart from thee

When the heavens opened, the earth, in its entirety,

succumbed to the soft-falling shower.

As we lay beside each other, my heart skipped a beat

I guess it symbolized latent power

Overflowing streams of thought overpower me

As I think of you, with a thousand inked pages

Lying in front of me

At yet, not a single word has the power to describe you,

because you’re a spirit, completely untamed and free

Today, when I hold my pen between my fingers

I tend to realize that you’re quite a humdinger

You made me write what was untold

It lied there, in the coffers,

So cruel and cold

Whenever, in the shackles of ignominy, I am caught

Pieces of you overthrow the clutter

It is here that memories begin to return

And curtains of darkness, thick and suffocating

Begin to burn

Again, as I lay in my bed,

with a thousand fragments of unspoken thoughts lying beside me,

I look into your eyes

which have, after a long night, become heavy and red

You count up to three

And, as always, a piece of you flies into me