I am a humming bird with a broken wing forming a geometric fall.
I am a conjoined twin with a foot in heaven and one in hell.
I am a geyser spewing out echoes from a stonewall well.
I am an open road stretched for miles paved with a murderous smile.
I am a man with a firm handshake who stands still on top of an earthquake.
I am a visionary man who slipped on fate and fell in love.
I am a preliminary hearing fallen on deaf ears.
I am the contribution to your retribution.
I am a person of depersonalization.
I am a one man army minus one man.
I am the desired taste of orange juice and toothpaste.
I am concentrated concentration.
I am the formation of your imagination.
I am the comma for your introductory clause.
I am the cause for your sudden pause.
I am the spatula that stirs up your anxiety.
I am the reaper who never leaves a clue.
I am the lace that always chokes the shoe.
I am the light that finds its way thru helping the little shrew.
I am the suburban white boy who sings the blues.
I am consistent inconsistency.
I am your assigned tour guide for your expiration exploration.

I was rudely awakened in a strange but curious daze
from the pungent smell of scorched flesh.
I could hear the treacherous screams ricocheting all around me.
Only able to squint,
I noticed there were peculiar, lithe shadows motioning for me behind the radiant haze.
To the best of my recollection,
I cannot recall my sudden arrival nor my invitation.
I asked myself, what...am I doing here?
As I slowly gazed around the room,
I noticed a ghostly figure approaching me.
It was a woman…
A woman of beauty came to me.
Suddenly I was mesmerized.
When I caught her eyes,
she cauterized my wounds from all perpetual, impending doom.
I softly asked her if we had met before.
She smiled and gently replied,
...."yes."

Below the river’s mirrored surface
Sun-catchers collect the eyes of fish
And in reflecting rainbows
Cast shadows through the currents.  

The slippers of dimpled stones
Tip-toe down-river-bottom
The same direction that the
Weeds blow.

Naked bodies that gleam blushes
Connect with the hot rocks
And rippled movements,
Each one dives into the cold clutches of aqua
Each one leaps on the rocks to lie in the sun.

The black and blue dragonflies,
They boast their fast flight
In full circles and angled turns
And from their deep-set ebony eyes
Pierce the spaces under rocks and between leaves.

Grains of sand are thieved from the shores
By the fast fleeing waters that do not
Stay in one place long.
Those under the water
Those that listen
Hear the music that is so subtly drawn with each grain of sand
Hear the music in the reflecting sun-catchers
Hear the foot-falls of every dimpled stone
Hear the music in the movements of those naked bodies
And in the speedy flight of black and blue dragonflies.

remember the days
(and some nights)
when we'd lie down
and just breathe
nothing more
nothing less
and every now and then
i'd trace little infinity signs
on your chest with the very tip
of my finger
and you'd be lost in the stars
while i was simply lost in the horizontal  figure eight on your chest
that was invisible to everyone else but myself

and that was what we were.

a pair of dreamers.

i've heard that you should never be with some one
too similar to you
and you see
that's what they all said we were
the same
but dear
we weren't
you were lost in
in the clouds, the sky, the stars
the unknown
while i was lost in you, your eyes, the invisible infinity sighs on your torso
the dream that had come true

and that's what you were.

a dream come true.

so please ignore the cliches
i was never one to be too original
but dont ignore what we were
just a pair of dreamers
similar in the fact that we had dreams
but distinctly different in the fact that while you dreamt about
fantasies and wishes
i dreamt  about you, the reality.