You and me

This poem was to be performed not written
This poem was to be for me and you not hidden
This poem is a definition of what I am not
What am I?
I am the man you saw and didn’t mind
I am the man you said hi to after a while
Not an eye candy not a bitter lemon
What I’m not is a demon
Who am I?
I am the man who likes your smile but will never say
I am the man who likes your hair but won’t touch
Not the one who you are thinking of
I’m not the past
Where am I?
I am at the tips of your fingers
I am at the lips of your peers
I am right here, just feel me and I’ll be
I’m not the one who will leave when you need me
Need me the most.

THAT BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE LIBRARY

She sat down in her green striped sweater
Perusing her book back and forth
Looking so pretty punching on the number
Her calculator must be so lucky for her touch
Her eyes so pretty
Her smile so lovely
I just wish she wasn’t doing that math
So she’d smile more
That girl;
Her name’
I don’t know
Maybe I should ask
She’s sited alone?
What the hell is that?
Can I join you now?
Maybe I should ask that
Or I just go and sit and say hi to her
Then stand and go
After a minute o so
Let me do that maybe I should go
If she reads this hope she’ll show
Her smile
I’d love to see.

THE iPod MOMENT

We sat to talk
This nice and sweet beauty I know
She entices her charm
Reveals her drag
Expresses her lash
Harsh,
She didn’t hear a thing
Her music deep within
Her soul stolen to the beats
Her fingers close to the thing
My fingers still in need
Of a lasting touch to feel
Run your hands on me
Like u did to that thing
Touch me so sweet
And never let me leave
Give me an iPod moment
And shuffle my mind
Give me an iPod moment
And make me think aloud
Give me a minute and turn me on
Listen to me speak
Sweeter than your iPod
I wish