You Are A Poem

A flexible form
made up of lines
no poet should revise

Never restricted
by rhyme or set tradition
like the haiku or the ghazal

You are free
to roam the rules
versed in syllables
unmeasurable by meter
a visual display of alliteration

Something like an ode
with limitless stanzas
your beauty is reminiscent
of a sonnet or villanelle

I could become myself
in your rhythmic pattern and refrains
reading you everyday and in every way
translating you into a thousand laments until

You were my poem:
EPIC
EROTIC
EVERYTHING

Still Developing My Love Formula

Newer Formula

Love = Unconditional [Empathy + Friendship (± √Romance)]Everlasting

Older Formulas

1. Love = [Inner Beauty + Self-knowledge + Reflection]Mind + (Honesty × Compassion × Loyalty)Trust + (Cooperation × Continuity) − Hatred (Emotional + Physical)

2. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind +  Self-knowledge of Mind + Reflection of Mind + Honesty-Compassion-Loyalty of Trust + Cooperative Continuity – Emotional Hatred + Physical Hatred

3. Love = Inner Beauty of Mind + Cooperative (Trust + Continuity) – Hatred

These are my ever-changing love formulas, but what is your love formula? I’d loved for you to share!

Only

He only loves you
From the bottom of his heart
I’ll love you from the top-down

He only wants to live in a home
I want to live in the clouds
The true dwelling place of lovers

He only wants you
For who you were
I want you for who you are and
Who you’ll become

You’re only a number to him
A one or maybe less
But I love you like the numerical value of pi

You’re only his sweet
His honey, some dessert
But you are my nourishment

He only wants to be your king
I want you to be my queen

He only asked
For your hand
I’m asking for your whole body
Even the invisible parts

Writing for the Soul

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe

Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story

Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)