She begged me never to leave

I pleaded to the same degree

She said she's having my baby

I joined the ˈmiləˌterē

She claimed to be high risk

I exclaimed "We are better than this!"

She explained the reason: diabetic

I replied "Your excuses are emetic."

She mentioned money would help set her pace

I sent several hundreds to take my place

She disappeared without a trace

I, broken and weary, continued the race.

Frightened by my fascination.
Fascinated by my fright.
Curiosity holds me with might.
I must, maybe I trust,
heed a most
extraordinary boast.

Remarkably ineligible scribbles
like a doctor's short hand.
Every so often we peer over the edge of our hearts'
paper bound representation
and catch eachother's eye.

Its that moment.
When our gaze meets
we don't need to see to understand.
Actually, doing it in the dark is part of what makes it exciting.
In that moment
when our glance
makes our worlds collide
within our irises

you strip.
shedding off the plates of armor
hidden in your sweater dress and scarf
your thigh-high boots, arm-length bracelets
and the baggy beanie so elegantly
laid upon your head
Twirling proudly,
exposing every twist and turn,
every pothole and hill.
These roads I have yet to travel.
Still I can feel my chain mail unravel.
We stand there exposed.
A queen without a crown
and a king without a throne
and our kingdoms unite under the banner of white sheets
and blue lines that define our bodies, hearts and minds.

Its just a moment
then its  back to scribbling.
Smiling and snickering
and silence occasionally interrupted by
Trains & Sirens
Its better than ***.
Really, it is.
Just to know my muse is at the end of my nose.

Between the headaches & heartbreaks
lives a man unaltered by mistakes