This poem was composed on a series of Post-it notes, which lead to the list format. After the initial inspiration I refined the list into the final version.
A List of 'I Loves'
Written April 23rd, 2016 | By Sam Abelow aka Rosko Green
The white heads on nipples;
The sore feeling of tired eyes;
The pressure of jeans against flesh;
When conversation is aimless;
And slips of the tongue.
How merely her continued affection
Attracts my starved narcissistic needs;
Unattractive strangers whom I can entertain.
Knowing I’m insane
And following it all the way.
Us Not talking for a long while,
Then forgetting why we stopped.
Removed friends who are reckless and destructive,
When I’m just not.
Lying, while looking straight into someone’s eyes.
How guys are such brutes
And are shameless about their desires.
When my skin tans and freckles
And becomes pungent with sea salt and sweat.
The ocean breeze underneath sweltering heat.
Documentaries that uncover complications,
Then leave one drained, yet more aware.
The shadow of strong light;
Thick waving hair,
Or braided locks as they
Flop across a jostling back.
Anticipation and anxiety,
Because it shows me how
Vulnerable and weak I am:
That is, at the mercy of
Some happened upon stimulus.
The idea that our ideas are worth sharing;
That a child is worth bearing,
In order to see this disturbing world.
And I love…
To pray to make it with girls:
One that is smart and cute,
And calls me out on my
Aloof and distorted truth.
The veins on hands and arms;
Eyelashes which have fallen on a wet cheek;
Or the clouded eyes of someone
Who’s made a blunt mistake.
Knowing I will someday die.
Sometimes I wish that would happen
In a given instant — As if in a flash,
Or only just for a moment or two.
Then I remember I love…
Poems; And encounters,
And things that inspire poems.
And I love that very remembrance
And I love that I love that.