In Our Daily Glove

In Our Daily Glove

A Poem by midiel

It's a word play, baby...


In our daily glove,

You should see me thinking about you too much,

You should know I break down ‘cause I know this won’t last

They should know we’re too in love

I would’ve done something out of mind

But guilt, is a thing I don’t feel I have

This moment, those clement seconds,

I saw sparkling fireworks deep within

Must have seen that splendid pyrotechnics

‘cause getting under your skin is like touching a star

Your hills are tempting, your eyes…

I swear I saw your lips burning

Stroking them, taste them

I desire your fire

Forgive my sins, I did not remorse

But could nothing tell me, how your head appears

How your thoughts reach me

And my cell rings

Whenever my mind throbs damn hard for you,

Nothing could explain

Why the f**k is I in our daily glove



Baby, I give you something I could tolerate. I could not tell you without indirection. Maybe the world at large has made me profanely small, I could not give out my all before I met you. You bring the light, no, you shine my dark coven but it is still dark. I don’t care baby, I’m glowing. It’ll eternally glow, as long as I have you. I wanted to know why, that I’ve been working my brain to find the reason, you are always in presence. I’m not lost if I said I think of you when you think of me. I’m in my own path when I know I think about you every split second. And of course, you’re in your own when he’s around. This hectic soul knows the truth. Baby oh my, I don’t see us together in the future. Just like you said it would be. This is a short term liaison; let me have you while it lasts.

Except loving you requires not togetherness, we’ll have a great companionship in future. And believe in me, when yours fades, mine will always remain for you.


I obey lily, a flyable ovum.*





© 2010 midiel

Author's Note

*7 words, with lines below.

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Added on February 27, 2010
Last Updated on March 2, 2010
Tags: baby



Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

My writings are of what happened in me, my mind crisis, and they were dedicated to someone Blissfully, they went unheard. more..