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After Missing You

 

 

What do I do after missing you?

 

Do I wait for you by the door
And kiss you before your suitcase hits the floor?

 

Do I take you by the hand and lead you inside
Or watch you walk in with your sexy stride?

 

Do I undress you and take you to a bath filled with bubbles
Now you know that’s going to lead to some trouble

But that’s what I’m feeling like…trouble

 

What do I do after missing you?

 

It’s been a week that seemed an eternity
But I know you’re tired so I ignore my need

 

I’ve prepared your favorite dinner, so after your bath
We dine, talk about your trip and share a laugh

 

In bed I’ll massage you from shoulders to feet
My hands to soothe you; my lips for your treat

 

I’ll hold you as you sleep, waiting anxiously for dawn
Knowing that when the sun rises it’s going to be on

 

What do I do after missing you?

 

I hold you
Kiss you
Cherish you
Yearn for you
Burn for you
Love you

The same things that I always do

Before and after missing you

 

© 2008
Christopher Bynum
All Rights Reserved

 


 

A Proposal

 

I can sit here in the darkness

Waiting

I can hide amongst my shadows

Contemplating

 

I can need you instead of want you

Because I do love you

But that would mean my life

Is controlled by the things you do

And for a man like myself

That’s an unsettling truth

 

So I’m going to step into the light

Turn my face up to the sun

Because even though I love you

You won’t be the only one

 

But because I do love you

Here’s my hand if you want on my ride

Because I really love you

And want you by my side

 

So if you want to ride with me

Laugh with me, cry with me

Live with me, love with me

Shiver, moan and sigh with me

Then here’s my hand

 

Or you can wait, and contemplate

 

Believe me, I’ll understand

 

 

© 2008

Christopher Bynum

 
 

 
Speaking As a Man…Honestly

 
If I told you that I love you
Would it make any difference?
I mean come on, like the song says
What’s love got to do with it?

If I told you that I cared
Would you care?
Would that make you take the dare?
And feel better about yourself when you let me go there?
Wouldn’t it be better if I were just honest?
Don’t you always say that you want an honest man?
So why won’t you allow me to tell you the truth?
Is it because then you can’t lie to yourself?
Well the truth is that I don’t love you
The truth is I don’t care
The truth is I just met you
But of this I’m well aware

Speaking as a man
You are the object of my desire
And the man in me wants the woman in you
So let’s see if you can deal with that truth
It is what it is
Your body is calling out to mine
You are in heat
And I’m the dog jumping your fence
Speaking as a man

Honestly

© 2007

 



For Days
(Poem for the spoken word)


Just the image of you sitting there
Backward as you’re straddling that chair
Damn babe, the image is burned in my brain
I put the memory away, but have to go back again
You’ve got it for days

Pink panties hugging you like a sheer lover
If I took them off, what treasure would I discover?
Just the thought of you that way is so exciting
Brown curves of heaven, so inviting
Because you’ve got it for days

What you’re working with speaks to a man’s desires
Hell, just imagining the possibilities ignites my fire
To touch you there, to kiss you there
To know you in so many ways
Because baby, you’ve got it for days

© 2008

 


 
Just One Word

I tried to think as I looked at you
How to describe the way your loveliness
Just blew me away
Just took my breath away

I was trying to think what words I could write
A poem to describe your beautiful smile
And the way I ached to kiss your lips
Or to see them wrapped around my…well you know

I’m supposed to be good at this: Description
But your smoldering brown eyes distract me
The way they say that you like me looking
At your brown nakedness…on your knees…bottom up

My God, I can’t breathe again

I want to write of your impact on me
As I took that first look
What words described what I felt
At that first moment I gazed upon your unclothed perfection

Is there such a thing as a one word poem?
Because beautiful baby, that’s all I’ve got
Just one word…

Damn.

©2008
 

 
About Love (For the spoken word)


What is it about you
That makes me think about you all the time
That I can’t get you out of my mind
That my dreams feel cheap
Unless you occupy my sleep

What is about you
That whenever we embrace
I feel sad, knowing that it can’t last forever
Because I need other things
Like food, sleep, clothing and shelter

What is it about you
That when we’re together
Time moves much too fast
And when you’re gone
Every second is an unbearable eternity

As I drift aimlessly
Without purpose
With no destination in mind
And no place I want to be
Except…
With you

What is it about you?
What is it about love?

© May 2008
 

 
Chemistry


Having the right chemistry
That synchronized biology
That unquenchable need
That goes back to Adam and Eve

Flesh calling out to flesh
The need to reconnect
So deep that molecules merge
As we satisfy that urge

© May 2008

 


 

THE RIVER (Marriage)


They stand together on the precipice
Man and woman
Looking down at the river

She gazes longingly at the water
It looks so cool and inviting
A welcome relief from the dry heat of loneliness

He stares with trepidation
It looks so deep, and he doesn’t know how to swim
Where is the bottom – safe solid ground?

“Shall we?” she asks hopefully
He’s not so sure

She leaps…

He falls…

The current is strong
More difficult than she’d fantasized
She has to struggle to stay afloat
Some days she’s so tired she wants to give in

The water isn’t so deep
Not as dangerous as he’d feared
If he jumps he can get to the surface
But still, it’s a lot of work

When she’s too tired he carries her on his shoulders
Following her lead he eventually learns to swim

Working together they survive

© 2001



The River II (Separation)

When she struggled in the current
He carried her, as a man should
He followed her lead and learned to swim
Now they journey down the river

Some days the current is rough
But she’s stronger now
And she no longer suffers the dry heat of loneliness
She swims without his help

He’s learned to swim, but carefully, methodically
Some days he watches as she forges ahead

He let’s her go her own way

Some days she’s so far ahead
He can no longer see her
He wonders if she’s still in the river at all

Some days he feels that she’s left the water
That she’s walking a new path
Traveling a new, preferred road back on dry land

He gazes at the shore
Wondering if it’s also a better place for him
Especially since he’s alone

They came into the river together
They struggled together
Now more and more they swim their own way

He swims on, alone
And every now and then
He gazes at the shore from which he came

He thinks about time and love wasted
He wonders if it’s worth it to try and catch her
He makes his decision

He returns to dry land


© 2007