the uncontainable

what if I wrote a love poem to you

and then pretended I didn't, for many years

until suddenly one day I decided

to burst it all out,

break the seams unknowingly;

after being unable to contain the wind

it suddenly escapes my entrails

and I'm born out in the open,

naked and wet,

screaming I have always loved you,

and I always will,

while your car drives away fast on the freeway

with your family and your wife

your kids, your dreams:

I'll be alone in this sentiment forever,

no void will be able to get it through.

coffee

I hope the morning after my death

we wake up and kiss,

you hug my hips and ask if I want some coffee,

then look out the window and see it has been raining.

In death I'd wish to see you every day:

this love, for the rest of our eternity,

is something to be enjoyed past this lifetime.