Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
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Totem
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk
Every time I leave your hand
I come right back
A Poem About You
Whether it’s sunny or not
When you’re around
There’s sure to be light
The Word
I spread the word of love
Whichever way I go
Its message just three syllables:
Your name (_ _ _ _ _ _).
How To Do Just About Anything
I’ve figured out
how to focus on
one thing at a time effortlessly
and also how to go weeks
without the need of food or sleep.
So, too, I’ve discovered
how to feel the winter
on a humid summer day
and even how to turn an hour
into one hundred thousand years.
It’s actually very simple—
very much free, as well:
just miss someone you love.
Words in the Snow
Lost power
Still had to say
If your love
Was a flower
It would grow
In all seasons
All climates
Night and day
When We Collide
Never bend
Nor break
Only expand horizons
The opposite of crash
Merge to connect
Forgo destruction
Create instead
An invisible world
Built upon the alignment
Of four-lettered words
You Can’t Love Me
You can’t love me
There’s no chance
Built a wall around my heart
Surrounded by a cage
And then a bunch of booby traps
Don’t try to force your way through
I’m no boyfriend, no part-time lover
Not even qualified for a one-night stand
I’m one-hundred-percent husband material
So don’t blow me a kiss
I’ll just blow it away
Mi casa es no su casa
My house is not your house
My house is hers, just hers, always hers.
Apology Wars
We’ve never raised a voice
Nor slammed a door
Yet still we engage in these epic apology wars:
Saying sorry for nothing
That needs saying sorry for.
Issues
So I have this issue and
there’s no exact medical term for it.
But when I look into your eyes
I’m transported to a place where
it always rains sunshine.
And maybe that doesn’t sound like an issue.
But when I really, really miss you
it feels like some incurable disease
akin to an elephant using my chest as a scale
or a vampire sucking my soul through a straw.
So yeah, I have this issue, I think
where I fall deeper in love
with you every nanosecond.
And maybe you have it, too?
Benjamin Grossman 