So maybe I haven’t eaten since you left
And you’ve been gone for seven weeks
Though right now I’m trying to focus on
The mathematical side of things
Two negatives make a positive
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My New Love
There are days when you’re just too sweet
There are nights when you’re just so sour
Still I savor your taste when between my teeth
Thank heavens for grapes!
Bohemian Nights
By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search,
Hovering above the restrictions,
Masquerading feelings,
Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation,
Tempered by the night’s venom.
A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams,
To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes,
Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
A Man For All Seasons (In Fashion)
She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location
In the rain, the sleet, and the snow
Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
Inked
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page
Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s
And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
Forbidden
After Little Charmer
If only I could
If only you would
But we both know it couldn’t
Come to any good
Yet you still have some may
And I still have some might
So what if our wish on the stars
Could make something so forbidden lawful tonight?
Second verse added with permission of Little Charmer. Read and like the original here. And make sure you check out the rest of Little Charmer’s wonderful blog and, if you haven’t already, follow and like from there.
You
are the sentence without a period
The movement in the puddle after the rains
The scent that lingers when the scent is gone
The oxygen for the oxygen
The letters that spell out the word love
The one thing I’ll never leave behind
What You Make Me Wish For
You make me wish
The world were flat
And you were sailing
In a boat toward its end
We Stopped Making Love
We speak in sonnets
Our hands the couplets
Kissing haikus
And amid the dark we compose
These rhythmic stanzas
Because at some point
We stopped making love
And started making poetry
8 Months
I didn’t need 4 seasons
To recognize you’re the scent of sweet
I didn’t need 240 moons
To want you 8 days a week
I didn’t need 1 year
To give you the key to my heart
And I sure as hell
Don’t need you gone
To know what I got
It was obvious you were
Priceless from the start
Benjamin Grossman 