Day 25 - I could do better

I Could do Better

I could do better than that

Instead of those worn old sights and sounds,
you'd gasp at the richest textures and flavours,
filling your senses with a smooth sweetness.

Forget that flat sigh of a metre.
I'd serenade you with a gentle melody:
one who past my lips just once would harmonise your gentle breath.

In place of that bored rhyme scheme,
I'd give you quick and clever quips
whose tips with wit would whet your lips.

No more angry, bitter verse.
From me the calmest lullabies
would smilingly imitate your mother's ritual embrace to lay your lids upon each other and your self upon my own that you might wade into sleep without once single ounce of fear or trepidation.

To end those tragic metaphors
my own would swiftly sail your subconscious,
their waves crashing and depositing clarity, eroding ignorant stones and burying their remnants in the depths of the endless sea

I could do better than that

Pathetic would be all other loves
for mine will grow and swell and envelop your mind and soul to meet with mine and mix with mine until we share it all forever

I will do better

Shakespeare will bow before the words that you bring out from my pen
and Romeo will spring from his pages and stare in awe at my sweet love for you

We will do better,
We will be better,
my love.