I. Jonathan
You get my cheesy jokes
You say exactly what I was just thinking
No need to explain my strange tangents on the state of the world’s affairs
Or how I woke up one morning and decided to chop off my hair
That I decided just last night that I was going to India solo
And maybe Tibet if I have time
And whenever we’re together they have to stifle our laughter
You recognize me the same way rare birds know each other
You feel to me like family
If you were to ask me straight I’d own up to it
Fantasizing about events that could never happen
My hands haven’t been looking so clean
But yours have that strong nobility; pristine
What I love about you is why we could never be
This is me not noticing your expressions
A vague little smile and an extra spark in your eyes
Every time you come close enough to look into mine
We are a quiet conversation lingering in the cold
We are a tinge of sadness every time one of us has to go
We are behaving well; doing what we are told
We are all potential and never any follow through
We are subtle insinuations with a touch of flirtation
We are a goodbye hug five seconds too long
II. Amir
You rounded the curves of
the mountain
so intimately and with such speed that
my heart was racing
We went deep into the forest
then deep within ourselves
We undressed in rivers so clear
each pebble had a distinct color
We saw bears and leaping squirrels
made peace with spiders and hiked up inclines
I liked you the best when
you climbed down the waterfall
Some teenager needed to prove his salt
compared to you and followed you
down
I sat on top of the waterfall
snapping photos of you with your phone
We were quiet together
staring up at the stars
we didn’t talk about us or tomorrow
or what life would be like back in Chicago
I said I thought I should be alone for a
while
and you said that only right now mattered
We packed our things silently
as though we’d worked as a team forever
I was the morning’s joyful daughter
you were eyes wide open, night owl
I rounded the curves of
the mountain
the way a man knows his way around a woman
the moment felt surreal and serene
Our minds both blank now focused on the green
of God’s leaves and the rich reds of the
cliffs
we’d climbed and pass too soon.
III. Ismael
I wanted to show you
Every poem I’d ever written
I wanted to explore every freckle
On your body
I wanted to sit with you
In your ocean of sadness
Like a life raft
I wanted to make you dinner
Then make you laugh
I wanted to challenge you
Push you further into
Your own self-exploration
I wanted to support everything
You’ve ever wanted for yourself
I wanted you to meet me halfway
I still think of you
While clinging to “someday”
When we’re both grown
When we’re both settled
But nothing’s ever done
And nothing’s ever perfect
You still don’t deserve
All that I still want to give you
And I still don’t care
Does that make me a masochist?
IV. Phillip
I accidentally kissed you
I didn’t realize it really or intend to
You were slightly shocked and stuttering
Before changing the subject completely
I was all smiles with no expectations
I watch the way you move on stage
You are all open hips and an open heart
No inhibitions or false sense of self
Never met anyone with so much charm
It’s sudden and seductive in unexpected ways
There are many other women, I’m sure
Normally I’d care, but I don’t
I’m just here to say hello
A quiet confident curiosity
Share some space and time before I have to go
And that’s enough for now
V. You
The first in a series of future “to be
continueds”
A neverending ellipse
Of yet unsaid sentences…