Morning dew falls,
tears from the stars.

The coyotes call still echos.


The moment i tried to capture ,
the night before,
stained slanted on old paper,
is smeared.

Its a reminder from the night that some things should be left alone.
Secrets of the night.
                                      
The morning still feels like night.

[sometimes its too hard to decipher between wrong and right.]


When i close my eyes i cant tell the difference.
What is it about sight that feels the need to divide two things that are much the same into things so vain?

[how can two things feel the same but be different?]

Nothing changes between the dark and light.

My fingers
stopped spilling
the words my mind
was spinning because of *you.

All it takes is a look.

A jolt of electricity,
meeting of eyes,
touch of hands
prolonged, a little longer,

an extra millisecond,
a small change in life's navigation

the message is sent

energy, exchanged.

On my radar, on my mind,
imprinted on my palm,
tangled with my thoughts,
everyone might but she can't, deny
the stomach pitfalls of butterflies fluttering by

Convictions are later proven true
In between the sheets,
of her soft sleep inducing bed

She's drunk,
I'm exhausted
It's this surreal,
half awake, twilight state that we do
away with our guards
and sink into our natural
inclinations
of human touch and intimate comforts
And when i wake up in the morning,
She is the most beautiful being I have ever seen
With a peaceful face
and a deep sigh
i fit more into the curve of her back
a soft moan, a soft smile, a contented sigh
because of human comforts

and all of this happens without even a single **kiss

I love you she thought:

          Covering her shoulders with her favorite
green blanket, on the cold tiles of the worn, bathroom floors.
          Sit down, lean back, close your eyes, and wait.
                    Until she wakes up and goes to bed.

I love you she thought:

          Miles away from the chaotic scene,

That is her life.
Constantly wishing,
          One desire and multiple intentions.

I love you she thought:

          Nights spent inebriated and off balance
               Afternoons, in a haze.
Cycles are what she falls back to.
     Yet nothing she will do to not stay,
            And maybe, she cannot stay.

I love you she thought:

          Pulling the pink covers around her,
watching her sleep.
          A peaceful resignation from the night.

I love you she thought:

          I am passionate for you
               I adore you
                      I really, really like you.

I love you, she thought to herself.

Look, look you say
Look at these lines and swollen shapes,
My hands that can cover your tiny waist,
And my size that is twice as your slim form--
But baby,
I want more.

But look, look
You say as you cover your eyes
And grimace away
A thunder of a thigh,
And the rest, can die—
God knows how long I’ve wanted to change.


So look, look as I kiss your face
Every part of your body I won’t erase,
Haven’t you heard
That "your body is a wonderland"?
A gift that I cannot reprimand.
But—

Look, Look I say
Look at these beautiful shapes that
Fit perfectly into my arms as I lie awake,
Because baby, we have found our balance,
Our chi, our feng shui,
The yin and the yang,
And so baby, change for “I” rather than for me,
Because this is where I want to be.