I woke up suddenly.
As I felt weighing pair of eye staring at me.

It was yours.

"Why?" I asked.
"Nothing." You replied cooly.

I want to go back to sleep.
Yet I cannot.
For---
Your eyes, smoking.
Lust.
With your hair messy like that.
Shirt buttons come undone.
Revealing the body of my beautiful man.

My breathing shallowed.
Your smile shadowed.

Fighting the urge to touched you first.
I lost the battle with your next words.
"Make love to me."

I reached out.
Aimed for your lips.
Closer.
Closer.
Breathings harder.
Close-e-r-r-i-n-n-g-g-g-g

My alarm sounded.
It is morning.
Oh my.
Another helpless dream.

express yourself
on the page
in all your
tenderness & rage

let it flow, bend,
crash & break
let it leave with
nothing left to take

express yourself
this age & hour
from your lonely
wooden tower

those souls you leave
drowning at sea
still as much of you
as they are of me

express yourself,
without shame
in humility there's
no room for blame

be like the palmtree
subject to wind
and flow freely
from deep within

express yourself, and
step forward
beauty is in things
just don't look for it

beauty is in things,
don't look for it
keep heart, remember
those four words

You remind me of what it feels like
to know the smell of pancakes are being made,
when first waking up.
That single letter reminds me of a Mother's face after labor,
the eyes of her holding the child,
Have you ever layed in the grass and gaze at a sky full of stars?
Every smile and glare with happiness,
is what that one letter,
makes my mind recall.
I saw a picture of you,
in me today.
The knot you tied on my tie was off by just a bit,
you always said perfect does not exist.
There they were,
My eyes shining with you
I was smiling and your teeth were white.
That morning,
my toothbrush was made with toothpaste,
before I got to the bathroom,
you had it ready to go.
Like the letter that will never disappear,
I will always have to brush my teeth.

Uncertainty fills the air
And suddenly I'm not so sure.
Nostalgia begins to decay
But why?
Heavy, heavier...
I inhale and sigh with, what, exasperation?
Creation?
These are all mere distractions
To prevent myself from colliding
With myself,
With how I feel.
Emotional trauma, Part I -
Coming soon to a childhood near you!
We laugh it off
But it does not leave us.
Nothing can leave us
As easily as you walked away
That night.
I will not forget what I saw.
Engraved in my brain
Causing me to crumble
Tumble, tumble...
**Crash.