A Little Red

A stream-of-thought, as-was poem

A little red
Muddles my head
While words to write
Compel me to bite
Upon ideas
And hopes and fears
Amid the dark, humid night.

A little more red
Only hurts my head
While emotions flow
That I may know
I am here
No need to go
So now I’ll rest
Upon my bed.

Soft pillow’s caress
It feels best
When next to her
There are no words
For what she does
Or what I was
Before we found
Each other’s love.

Slumber creeps
Upon the heap
Of tired cells
A weary brain
A soul far traveled
To come to know
Just what we are
Flesh and thought
Mesh then rot
But before I go
I want her to know
I love her dearly
I’ve loved her so
Forever more
De la coeur
I am hers.

I am hers.