I began cursing frantically
As my fingers hovered across keys
Every word I wrote, every line completed
A disaster….a train wreck in slow motion
A poem whose life was meant to portray
feelings of a foolish man in love
profoundly and with simplicity.

About a woman
That enters a room
As my heart forgets its own beat.
When she speaks
I hear the echo of great wisdom.
Whom kisses me
I feel my place in the universe.

Yet here I am plumes of coffee smoke
Rising from my mug.
Still cursing at the monsoon that is
this poem.
Trying so hard to write about
This love I have for you.