You caught my eye but once,
You caught me eye but twice,
Then popped them in a cocktail glass,
And topped it up with ice.

Vermouth you added first,
And then a shot of gin,
A squeeze of lime, a dash of tea,
With salt around the rim.

‘One martini coming up!’ you drawled,
You slid it down the bar,
And so returned my eyes to me,
Like olives from a jar.

To those who swear that love is blind,
You've surely never been,
The subject of a stolen glance,
From a waitress called Nadine.

Could I have your shoulder
when I need to cry
and not be worried
when I can't say why?

Would you offer your hand
when I am ill,
feel weak
and cannot stand?

Would you lend me your ear
when I am troubled,
worried and shaking
with fear?

Will you offer me your arm
when I'm upset
or shaken
and make me feel calm?

Would you ever suspect me
of collecting
body parts
and call the police?

Poetry by Kaydee.

On the deck I lie, beaten and battered
I've put my heart on the line, but did it really matter?
My flesh has been flayed and bound by steel,
I'm condemned to myself and the things that I feel

Another nail, beaten too
Tearing through my carapace and securing all that is loose,
The bolts, the nuts, the bones and the screws,
I lie ripped apart and exposing all of me to all of you

What's vulnerability really if not an autopsy of the soul?
Never are we so bare and exposed, these insecurities taking their tolls,
Another bang and another thump, another nail is driven through,
The bearer of the hammer, it had to have been you

The flesh is seared and as taut as could be,
did I do this to myself or have you done this to me?
I watch as you line up another nail, but I can't stop you,
The truth is I love to be this bare, would you let me break you down too?

My heart stays on the line, and for you, you can have it in whole,
My wit, my body, my mind, and my soul.
Vulnerability passes with haste
While regret lingers, ever bitter the taste