It's me.  I'm right here.  Don't sit there and pretend to wonder who because you and I both know which face popped into your head when you read those first two words.  I'm the "you" in your daydreams.  You might be curled up in an armchair, sitting at your desk in a classroom, perched on a park bench, or laying in bed and I might be across the room, across the world or cuddled up next to you.  Our sleeping patterns could be different, my hair could have changed, our common friends may have separated and our childhoods might be over.  We could be together, we could be apart.  I could be gone.  Or never here to begin with, but you know it's me and it's always been me.  Don't try play us out in your head.  Just relax, take a breath and stay with me for a while.

Some say that
Eyes are the widows to the soul.

If that is true, then mine
Are a never-ending pit.
They are a place overfilling with desperation,
Where hope was chased away long ago.
They are haunted by the creatures of the night,
Preying on those hanging by a thread.
They are a sanctuary for the evil,
Who have no hope of redemption.

But I say
Take a closer look,
Squint your eyes if you need to
Just take some time
To look harder.

Because I see something else.
I see power vibrating through the shadows,
Echoing through the darkness.
I taste ambition seeping through the desperation.
I feel the courage to take a stand and
Tower over fear,
Staring into the depths of its soul.

You see,
I see
A fighter.

I glanced at the clock,
The taste of longing nipped at my lonely heart.
The mere wish to turn back time,
Could I be happier without you?

The desire to run away from this torment,
The pain of my unrequited love took a toll on me.
Maybe if we never met, I wouldn't have seen your beautiful smile.
Tears would no longer fall.

If the warmth of your hand on my shoulder disappeared,
Would our eyes have met?
If words of encouragement were never voiced,
Would I still see the side of you I love?

If I never met you,
The hurt I contain would flow away.
The rusted chains that bind me to you would break,
I would be free from the image of you.

You came crashing into me that night when there was a super moon
shining through the blinds onto an unmade bed where you laid
your head against the softness of my chest and kissed between
my two moons
holding me to their atmosphere and brightening
the stars that fell from my mouth with every sigh.
I closed my eyes and let you lead me through,
and through, and through again until I was tired and slow
and you kissed me so good.
You cradled my head with light kisses to spread the pressure
from the bruise of hitting the headboard when you moved me-
how you moved me and how good that felt to be intertwined with a body
that was thick and warm and made me feel
enticed with how your fingers would run against my thighs.
My lips were sore from your tongue on their insides,
rolled over to see your glistening body come into mine
so simply with tension breathing between the space of our next kiss.
Our sleepless night turned into a rushing morning where the aqua twilight
would fade over your smile as you pulled back from my lips.
Your skin was warm and the air was cold as you pulled up the covers
to darken the sky we created with the steam from our bodies and from
being so close and so complete in a single moment
in a simple night
where our beauty was felt with only our hands.