Emotional Exploration

my face pressed to the glass

slivered cuts on my tongue

I'm a world out of place

with a mouth full of dust

recounting the times

and the words laid before you

over dramatics' a crime

while laying prostrate, under the moon

demonstrating my love

to lure your affection

talk of winged' doves

and the power of the ocean

so many voices before

and many more yet, to follow

mythology and folklore

so much moon-myth, to swallow

who could capture your eye

which one pushes your buttons

a catcher in the rye

or do you prefer the Russian's?

how vain must we be

to think you might think of us too

mere human beasts

with adorations of you

we clamour under the stars

singing songs, lips are spilling

of the wonder you are

but our deeds, self fulfilling

caught up in a moment

lost in the heat of the night

of love and lament

backseat, under mistaken streetlights

still we twirl neath your beams

soak up your ripples on the water

masquerading in dreams

wading out, even farther

looping cursive together

into the prettiest of words

trying to gather

some adjectives, you've never heard

but, the competition is fierce

a million want to be poets

aiming their words to pierce

with the beauty of Adonis

here am I, unprepared

to compete in this banter

a poet in her armchair

an impractical enchanter

tossing words in the air

like pennies in a fountain

how would I compare....

and could I really move mountains

so, here is the magic I mustered

to attain your affection

I only add to the mystère

as I adjust my inflection