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I think I would have liked you better….

I think I would have like you better if I met the you before

I think I would have liked the person without the chiselled features, longing for the cut

the stone defined refine to cover the sores.

I think I would have liked you better when you had a softer belly, one to rub around and graze

on with lightness. Sooth and smooth and cloud like to wish upon and float.

I think I would have liked you better if I met you years ago, that pictures of that subtle sweetness

in the smile, the unassuming look of light in an effervescent encouraging way, encouraging the

way to glow, I wish you never parted ways.

I would have liked you better than the smirk of today, the mask of a man made to pick apart his

objects.

I would have liked you better if you liked yourself that way.

I think you would have seen me better that way.

I would have liked you better if you bore your heart instead of hair.

Luscious and lock like, I know. You rinse it will.

But remain in stain of surface couture .

I would have liked you better if we remained walking in the park

If we didn't have the right to lights and traffic and people to peel our perception of.

I would have liked you better if you remained the way I stalked, and stocked your pasts and

posts, of an endearing kind.

Before you believed what you need to let shine.

I wish I had gotten to know that you better.

I wish you had wanted to get to know me better than the way you want to view yourself.

I wish you would have seen past my sheen and felt my softness.

I wish I didn't think we imagined ourselves this way.

I wish I got to know more of the sweetness, before you rocked and walked right off of me.

I would have liked to have know the man who didn't take to steel or close the deal mental metal

meals and skip the bill.I would have liked to see the dress and coat of the you who didn't get coaxed into the need to

dress. I wish I knew the skin you’re in, and threaded more with thoughts sighs.

An assuming part of my judgement no less.

I wish you wished to undress more of my mind

I would have liked you better, if I was better too.

If I didn't run fleeting for touches with winces

I think I would have liked you better if you read my eyes before my lips

If you didn't let the spoils and soils of outside limber minds to manoeuvre yours instead of sinking

deeper in your hips

I think you would have liked me better if you knew I’d like you better that way

I think I would have lobbied harder for that hero.

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Sayari Ghosh, a mom of two tornadoes and an advocate for women in science and tech, she balances her engineering career with a suburban family life. She enjoys literature, gardening, cooking, cricket, and hiking and camping in the Pacific NorthWest.

Carleigh Beverly is a Toronto born writer/poet/performer. She studied  theatre in New York at Circle in the Square and Behavioural Science at  George Brown. Her poems and writings reflect her inner workings,  trudged and turmoil. Finding encouragement, through the entanglement,  on the way to enlightenment. You can find her most days journalling in  coffee shops, biking around the city and walking her pup. Quoted as “the  future of theatre” in NOW Magazine and given the “Award of Excel lence” in acting at the SEARS festival, Carleigh has been driven by nar ratives that reach the heart, peel away the veils, and let’s us understand  the hunger for humanity.