Harbinger of Memories

I desire to witness you resurrect from slumber at dawn,

To acknowledge what your first thought of the day is,

To see your cute sleepy face trying to make sense of the environment you entrusted to lay your head at the night before,

To hear your voice cracking just a bit as if you’re greasing up your windpipe with serenade.

Apollo is the harbinger who must restore all the memories you garner that makes you pray for amnesia.

I yearn for you to gaze into my eyes as you attempt to verbalize the wispy interim of the blank slate

Before he summons all your joy and all your pain to occupy even the darkest corners of your mind once more…

Borderlines and Narcissism

I told him I love him
He said “so love me”

I told him I miss him
He said “so miss me”

I told him I need him
He said “so need me”

I asked him “do you love me?”
He replied “I love your excessive admiration”

I asked him “do you miss me?”
He replied “I miss my sense of entitlement”

I asked him “do you need me?”
He whispered “I need your undivided attention”

Feel free to check my latest book, a book of poetry called Trials and Tribulations! http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B018ZR0IVA/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?qid=1460319936&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_QL65&keywords=trials+and+tribulations+sufian