Your eyes are what caught mine when I first saw you.
Those never-ending oceans on your face.
I could swim forever, getting lost in their waves.

They were beyond hypnotizing, they were soul-capturing.
Sometimes I would catch myself leaning closer to you because I was caught in their pull,
And I would try to snap out of it, but end up gravitating to your gaze again.

How can such blue eyes burn like fire. It doesn't make any sense.
And yet each time you looked at me I was scorched by your stare,
Feeling my skin and heart melt like candle wax dripping helplessly down my body.

Eyes have always been a weakness for me, for they hold so many secrets.
All these emotions, and feelings, and riddles are right there in two portals of a person's soul.
However, your eyes were a lesson for me.

I thought that eyes were easily read, that I had the key to unlocking a person's true thoughts,
But yours threw me. You have the power to act like one emotion, but have an endless amount
Of others sealed away in the deep crevices of your heart and mind, unattainable to me.

Those eyes bewitched me, body and soul, mind and heart.
Before I knew it, I was too far gone, trapped in a storm,
When all I thought I was doing was wading in the calm waves.

Everything (physically) erased, nothing ever forgotten. Every word spoken or written is engrained in my brain, I will never be the same. Unlike no other you came you conquered you (changed). Seven existential hours that would change my DNA and internal making, making, making what I knew up until then surprisingly malleable. Your words your actions your face your voice filled up every millimeter of me that everything else inside was pushed to the brim and seeped out of my pores. Everything I once was became everything you ever were, ever are. There is a chair in the back of my mind that is reserved for you to sit there and continue to hotwire (my mind) and thoughts into something much better than I ever could have fathomed. Your puppet strings control what and who I am and it is impossible to think there is any other living organism that could possess that undeniable ability. There is a keyhole somewhere inside myself. There is a key inside of you. Keyholes the size of pinholes as vast as Sirius. Small, believable, existing. Keys the shape of orchids and birch as natural as the metamorphosis of roots (into) trees. I never knew what (my) purpose was until you. Or maybe I always knew what I was before you and you opened the windows to the (soul) otherwise known as brown eyes so timid to everyone besides you. The smallest organs became so (full of) nothing but visions of you. There is a special place in my slowly beating heart perfectly executed to fit all of you. A twin bed that only holds one girl has an infinite amount of room for whatever (love) you could continue to bring into my life. The impossibility to (for)get and erase has left me with an endless amount of hope to see you again. The possibility of knowing that you are still somewhere out there and I am still somewhere down here, although unsure where. I cannot ascertain whether or not feelings are reciprocated but I know I know they are. I know you know where you are. I know you know I do not know where I am but you could figure it all out for me. You had it all figured out for me. Plans stretched farther than the 3000 miles separating my red string from yours. Our strings are still connected. There is nothing in the world that can cut them no matter the distance no matter the people no matter the time no matter the place. I know and somehow you know fate will bring our two oceans together. One calm ocean full of creatures so logical and tides so serene they make a beautifully flawed human being known as yourself. One ocean plagued by waves and uncertainty as to what is below the surface that makes up a human being, me. Both oceans surround land full of love. Our continents will merge. Our love will emerge. (You, only you.)

follow me
to beds of roses
to lust and passion
to drinks and hangovers

                                                                                                                                                                follow me
                                                                                                                                                 to tear filled nights
                                                                                                                                                to unwritten letters
                                                                                                                                              to razor sharp edges

follow me
to a joyous night
to a kiss and a light
to fireworks and moonlit skies

                                                                                                                                                                follow me
                                                                                                                                             to a cramped up bed
                                                                                                                                                     to broken hearts
                                                                                                                                   to shadows and silhouettes

                                                                                       lead me
                                                                                 to some reason
                                                                                   to some time
                                                                                   to some logic
                                                                                 out of the grime

                                                                                      lead me
                                                                                  to consistency
                                                                                   to symmetry
                                                                                   to brilliantly
                                                                                   lit skies and
                                                                                    butterflies

dear lord i
want to do
things i will

not regret eternally
i sleep in
your hammock love

i am no

longer in

hiding

but rather waking
to the silence
of my hut

to the how-are-you-this-mornings
of the secret friend
and friends

singing
songs
to

each other as
the semis roar
by on the

highway headed for
nyc or maybe
bridgeport

dear lord thank
you for life
for this hut

for this blanket
please wrap your
grace around those

who are doing
without wrap it
around me that

i may wrap
it around others
heal us and

we'll be healed
save us and
we'll be saved

how lonely sits
the city says
lamentations

guess this mouse has what you americans call post traumatic
stress disorder,
think of it more like
a path for the
eyes.

one where eyes are finally forced away
from the works of hands
by the knock knock
knocking on
heaven's door,
everybody's saying,
hodi hapa? something's
wrong if no one's answering; tonight.

my neighbor whose
name is eej (for
real) came to
the hut with
his friend.

i said do you
have siblings
he said
i did

oh

said i

you are living
my worst nightmare
one thing about an african

childhood, they say fatalism, you say you
would think about death too
and who knows

what you'd
look
like

tonight by the bagel van i said bunkle
i gotta problem
what's your problem said he
well i think i'm not wearing enough colors
no said he you're missing a bright splash in the orange red family

who knows what we all look like
inside the infinite space
of our souls

wonder if
blue means purity or
green means beauty
or red means strength
or love
or love

well
we all look
pretty much
the same asleep

hatred doesn't look
different in one
eye or another

but why does
it have to
be in the
eyes of
anyone

this mouse has
been asking
since
child
hood

why
why
why.

the cruelty

but
yet
still
and
for
ever

(you always did care for me yeah
you always did share with me yeah)

you always make me laugh, still

the book of jonah makes me
think of sea legs
and just everything,
you know all
the palm trees
huts, nonvoices
of our lives

the blessings rain down
an ocean sunsetting
on an Ocean sky.

siblings

be strong the
good kind of
dangerous

is
the



fire

If you were the sky
Then I'd be the sea
And when you shined bright
It would reflect in me.
When you're at rest
Then I am steady.
If you wanna get rough
I'm always ready.
Past closing at the bars
If you show me the stars
I'll open right up
And cast them out far.
And on the darkest night
If you won't shine a light.
Then I'm silent alongside you
Until you feel right.
We'll meet at the horizon
Where lovers will stare
And wonder with passion
Why they can't meet there.
And you'll share me a kiss
As bright as two suns.
When they meet in the middle
I'll know the days done.
And I can tell that's your way of saying to me.
Goodnight my love.
If you were the sky and I were the sea.

the wonder is hidden away
in the emptiness of our eyes
and the fullness of our days

we try to pretend that nothing is wrong
in the smiles that we fake
and the way we carry on

going through the daily motions
forgetting what is truly important
drowning in the corporate ocean

but at some point it has to give
there's no reason to keep lying
there's no life in how we live

remember to love people, not things
to always use things, not people
and you'll see the happiness it brings.