Love Poem Medley

I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak

And then suck my ex-girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations

I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet

In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be

And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned

See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille

And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless

I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;

It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended

See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet

But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…

It would be about you

About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared

But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you

You see, I’m not really a love poet

But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window

You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me

Because if you were here, right now

I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific Ocean

I want to drink the sunlight in your skin

If I was a love poet

I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful

Even on days when everything around you is ugly

You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink

If I was a love poet

I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture

Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart

It plays hopscotch inside of my chest

Yo it climbs onto my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again

I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs...

Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you

I swear, I’m not a love poet

But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love

My first poem it would be about you

And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?

And I said, put it like this:

I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life

And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer

If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat

Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time

Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James

I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain

Even though it never rains in Southern California

And together, we could be music

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend

I’ll say no

She is my musician

And me… I’m her favorite song

- Rudy Francisco