Joseph Woodham Poetry

Dear Madam,

This will be the first letter of many. I don't know who you are nor do you know who I am, but maybe one day that will change. I dream about you nonstop and in that dream you are one of a kind. The fragrence that surrounds you is inbedded into my senses as if I have smelt it once before. Your face glimes like fairy dust in a long lost tale. Eyes sharper than a razor blade, but soft as down. They shine as if there will never be anything wrong, no matter the situation. A smile from you face makes everything ok. If only for a moment I saw it, my life would be complete. To fill your skin is a sumptuous feeling that could only be imagined.... or could it. Ha, As weird as it may seem, even your hair has me round up inside. A "bad hair day" is not in your terminology, though you may think it does. Yes, because I am a man, your body lures me in and has me hypnotized. But for once in my life, that does not matter.

And why you ask?

You stand strong even if the world has forgotten you. You never give up and you never stop existing. You do what needs to be done and wait for no one, not even me. The enjoyment of small things in life intrigues you so much that you don't worry about the past nor the future. You take in the air and breath out happiness. But one thing has me all tickled inside, you love me for me. All the baggaged I have and all the things I am, does not matter to you! Pure delightment comes from those deep eyes when ever I walk into your presence. Every choice I make you still stand by myside, for better or for worse. When I don't even deserve to be in your company. I don't even deserve to be in the same world as you. You are my girl, my angel.... my second savior!



Your dreamer,

Joseph Nathaniel Woodham

P.S. Too bad you are only a utopia dream.

Poet: Joseph Woodham