Thoughts racing, heart chasing.
You're mad, I'm sad.
Can't stop shaking, there's no faking
When I see you in the halls,
I stall, hide behind a pillar, a friend, anything
Just to avoid the awkward eye contact.
I'm not good at confrontations, at the mere thought of it I flee..
You might think I'm crazy or immature,
But when you told me to stop talking to you my mind went a blur..
My friends say you're overreacting, over something so small.
I fear you'll dump me, leaving me lonely..
I'm so sorry.. Please forgive me?

You aim your arrow
and directly impact my lapel.
without any contemplation
you perforate me with your aimless spike,
making me vulnerable to your senseless aches.  
  
Aiming without consulting,
without sparing consequences
or even considering if I'm willing and able;
to follow you again,
to fall victim to your games,
or be subjected to that feeling, where I
concede my power to your prevarication.  

Notches that penetrate my elbows,
traction attracting my exhilaration,
you release the handle with your erred hands…
hunting me like easy prey,
destabilizing my  bravery,
making me day dream about possibilities
of things I thought, were obsolete for me.

I hear the call and refute it,  
but the sound of your arrow continues to pursue me.
Futile is my attempt to dodge it..,
my stiff body resists the impact,
the tip has pierced my heart, poisoning it with adoration.  

Again I am smitten, denying it is foolish.
Like a sweet debutante, I hear his footsteps coming.  
My beloved has arrived with waning moons;
to locate my nevus,
to play with my polarities,
to satiate my fissures,
to explore my possibilities,
to climb mountains of passion
and hope-filled constellations
with Moons on my navel
and the darts of love piercing my back.  

Blessed be your indiscreet arrow!
For your tip has pierced through my resistance
of blindly falling in love once more.

LeydisProse
2/20/2018
https://m.facebook.com/LeydisProse/

Like Neil Armstrong was the first man on the moon,
I was the first man on your lips,
Flying like an owl at noon
I will still feel them in space.
That sweet taste of your tongue
Will stick to me until I drop dead.
Stupid and dumb thoughts come to my head
When I think of your close eyes,
Staring steadily at nothing,

Gravity is non existent
And I feel like we are dropping
Miles over miles,
Of forgotten words,
Kilometers of memories,
Kisses I didn’t give you
Hugs I have missed
And like the man on the moon,
We got old and cold,
I miss your touch,
I miss your closed eyes,
Your eyelashes,
Your nose racing to hug mine

I miss those moments,
Just like Neil misses the shadow of earth,

Time teaches us to love,
To give into the unknown
I haven’t heard your voice
In so long
Im starting to think you don’t talk,
Do we talk anymore?
More and more I’ve noticed,
How the moon was so tempting,

And at the same time,
All I didn’t want

⁃ Just Blank