Her eyes
Perceptive and honest
Unable to hold back
Witty remarks that smack
As she fights to hide a chortle

Grey Green with Gold flakes
That shimmer when you talk
Wild eyes that never waver
Scanning for threats
On the perimeter of my mind
Calling out any sad intruder

Your eyes
Pull me in like an undercurrent
I soften as they grow greener
They glimmer like fireflies
When you talk about mother nature

Oh the things they must have seen
To need such a perceptive feature

How stubborn my intention
         to let them rest
    let them waver
Gift you the freedom from hesitation
To become a softer creature

Under your gaze
I claim power
Calm and confident
I become
A natural protector
Feeling seen never felt
so familiar

I'll entertain you on green grey days
When summer storms tease
And 9-5 feels like forever

Tossing and turning you
Under the full flower moon
I can still feel your eyes on me
Even in the dark

Ripped emotions grip tight
On a roller-coaster riding
Show you my ups and downs
Darker side not hiding

Sometimes drops are slight
When my disposition is sweet
But don't dare to push the wrong button
Or I'll have you flying out of your seat

Although I may appear normal
Never doubt what is underneath skin
Past my grinning surface chaos is clear
Throughout thoughts is perversity prowling within

Put me into a locked padded cell
To completely lose my mind
Uncontrollable mood swings are not what I choose
Sanity snaps leaving reality behind

Nearly 5 AM in the Morning...
and I hate the night, but love it's true colors of darkness within a light so surreal you can truly feel.

The moon gather's within the stars as company to shine you.
Sometimes the clouds will cover the moon, like a blanket as he lays his head to rest, that's why he's called the man on the moon, not for the person who claims to have walked it, but for the face engraved into the bright shadows and creviced surfaces surrounding the molded, circular not so perfect Moon.

Thank you Moon for keeping us company...
But why do I hate the night, because your time goes faster than day. When your lover is with you and it's time to say goodnight, those are the times I despite.

The beauty of the night, is very real and wish...sometimes...could be longer. The only moment where I get to feel free.
Now is time for me to try and sleep, only if I can..
some nights, my thoughts race like a mustang in the distance of a field of golden wheat grass.
So I come here, to vent out...to only read my poems back at myself.
I will try to sleep.
Goodnight.

I tell my friend that I’m a night owl
And by that, I mean, if given the choice, I would sleep at 5am only to wake promptly 8 hours later with the sun half past up
She asks me why
I tell her it’s quiet
The only life found at intersections are traffic lights changing from green to yellow to red to back to green
The sky does not house two winged visitors with propellers louder than my ceiling fan
The birds don’t sing their songs of judgment and jealousy for those who scream misguided lyrics
The sun doesn’t radiate with resentment as her light exposes what should never be seen
My phone is not begging to be checked every 5 minutes as if there is a new unwanted notification
No one demands anything of me, no one worries about me, and no one disappoints me
And as the sun and moon keep spinning, although my mind is spinning faster and louder than ever, at least everything else is quiet

You said you aren't tickly
It's all inside the mind
I took it as a challenge
But my heart quickly declined

You took my hand
And sapped my nerve
All at the same time
Invoking me
Imploring me
Our fingers intertwined

You've got me hook and sinker
But it's such a fragile line
Feel it snap
When I'm with you
I get a tickly state of mind

257 days.
For the first time,
I don't want to shower him off my skin.

No need to scrub;
Your lips leaving delicate traces,
Your hands entangled in my hair,

No need to rinse
Feeling you,
Sending shocks down my spine
Fingers brushing against skin
Electric impulses

No need to wash the memories of;
Bodies intwined
Kissing shoulders and sternums
(whatever has been left exposed)

Waking up suddenly, too early,
It is dark and only 5AM,
But I know that there is no hope,
Of drifting to sleep again.

Thinking keeps me from dreams,
Heaven in my mind,
Night drags on and on,
Without peace to find.

There is a space inside my head,
Where a filter should clearly be,
Instead I relive the hurt,
Remembering with alarming clarity.

I close aching eyes once more,
And wait for sleepy scenes to start,
No relief will come tonight,
To ease hunger of this heart.