Her

It scares me when you smile. 

Not that I do not love it when I am the reason behind

the curve of your lips,

but how it bring me closer to the realization,

that I love you.

Not only that I love you,

but that I have loved you.

In some other time and place.

You see I have seen your smile, 

your eyes,

even your voice holds some tune of a melody my soul

has never forgotten.

When you smile,

my mind unwraps memories that I didn't even know existed.

You smile and my heart recites poetry

from an age when words were still being developed,

and I see my hands carving out the filigree on blank parchments

as I trace your smile onto your name. 

My hands, 

have never written your name before. 

Yet you smile, 

and my fingertips know exactly how your lips feel,

and can trace your body perfectly because,

they have felt and loved you before.

Long before my hands were my own,

they caressed the back of your neck,

and discovered the curves of your body with the intent

of memorizing the way it shuddered in certain places.

My hands,

know exactly who you are.

It is scary the way I am learning about you,

as if I am remembering I have met you before.

You laughed,

and I heard it echo against the halls of my soul,

and it lit up entire rooms that had your name,

your face,

your smile painted all over the walls.

Somewhere in my mind,

you are dusting the covers off romance novels I have written

and never heard of,

with characters that sound a lot like us,

doing things that I have seen myself plan on doing

since the day I met you.

You are dusting off what looks like,

a better man.

My mind runs across rooms with words I have never heard of.

Complete verses that have your name laced

in the breaths between the sentences,

and periods that seemed to be kissed onto the parchment.

I want to study them for the rest of my life,

so I know how to write your name with every letter known,

and unknown,

and forgotten because you have made it clear;

I have loved you before.

My vocabulary is so small compared to the diction

inspired by the way you smiled at me,

and I am realizing, 

that even in my own head there is very little about myself.

Every word, 

every line,

every curve of the pen is created with you in mind.

Lately it has me wondering,

that if all of this is true,

then what are the words that describe myself?

I think about who I am and still,

my mind races hand in hand with you to some far off destination

I can't fathom of knowing.

Looking at me with the same eyes,

that I hope my own look back at you.

You see they're searching for the answers.

What is the word that describes me the most?

My answer:

Her.

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

"Long before my hands were my own,
they caressed the back of your neck,
and discovered the curves of your body with the intent... "

Some of these above lines're seemed to be one of my fav. Your poetry has something much or deep to reveal 'bout lingering romance itself. Seemed, your hands roamed all ov'r her body but still they are untouched ... cos, everything you've got outta her love is only what's supposed to be happened in your very mind & your thoughts needa get turn into reality just to see her "smile"; to have her always smiled cos... your life belongs to her & her love belongs to you, when you're asked what describes you the most across world, your lips shudder her name who lives deep in your nocturnal heart. Kinda deep poetry. Not a bad shot. Would be looking forward to reading some of your work!