metaphors, similes deux

you are a rough wave
that must have crashed upon the wrong constellation
but oh. this bright skin
still shines, even through longing for
twitter-pated fingertips blending into one.

cabinets

beneath first layers of tres leches are strawberries
smiling awaiting the engulfing nature of your teeth
and

i smell somewhere hovering the scent of polished wood after rain, in the summer time
right above where we used to sit
dreaming of deserts movie sets and togetherness melded along with our sloppy kisses from behind
the silver screen moldings in the carpet.

complementary are the rhythms the bed makes now
without you in it
so please
if you stumble upon a story, that includes laughter or
cheese
tell me.

and if your swirling around in that brain of yours, like we used to do, dont be afraid of what you find, just like
tall grass hiding under the short rainstorms of fall, of course, you dont remember the color
of the leaves, but
the couch table rug and my heart
still smell of your body
odors, which linger in the air as though ashes are waiting to envelop them

and your text message sound, still haunts me with the memory
of

empty couch sitting spots which ca-do-o-le
beneath my underpinnnings.

metaphors.similes. one

paris is like a piece of candy
when you first chew on it
you love it
its taste its smell, even the way it feels in your life
but after your done your
teeth hurt and
you kinda feel sick to your stomach
but you still want more.

dawn

b4 i open shutters
2 the spoken unknown
i pretend the darkness
is your lid,
covering me.

lonely

In londres
le neige, came soaring down
engulfing me,n
trenches of you
nous avons parle of times that someday
we would too, watch
petite paper balls
weighted me
unfamiliar lands
le distance inconnue.

hope

this is not a poem:

dear obama.
today i wore a shirt with your face on it. Today i danced in the streets with you proudly displayed. I am so far away, i still sing our name out loud.
you give me hope, that maybe the boys will be ok after all.
make me sadder i left america, make me want to preform.

la la la la. obama. obama. oohhbama.

you are the secret i wear as my skin
moving elastic through my cells
unrequited now, as your daddy has.