I Like The Way I Look Poem by Patti Masterman

I like the way I look, inside your staring eyes
I like that my words don't to instant silence fall-
The stammering much more than smooth refrains,
The reaching hands more than the quivering sighs.

Feigning composure to cover a racing pulse,
Sweating storms to impede the hammered heart:
When you're tongue-tied's when I want you most,
Our thinking counterparts turned into white-sheet ghosts.

I like the way you're famished before we start,
And the way your eyes work the ceiling above;
Do you remember, from a thousand years hence-
Remember the smooth-faced houses, the art?

Do you remember canals and stone fountains-
My hand on your neck, accompany me now;
We'll return to where we used to know so well,
Climb up the wild-flower infested mountains.

Lie down in my lap, while I caress your temples,
And we'll sow a great city upon the land-
People it with lovers like you and me-
And go much deeper down, than sand.


(Written to Fly to the Sky, original piano composition by gothicevils)