"expectingly" poems
I'm falling endlessly
into a pit,
poor timing when I jumped.
Surely this
is the end?
Heart pounding,
darkness makes way for light
and for a moment
I forget
where I am.
Turning restlessly,
the vaguely familiar blurs that my
poor vision allows,
I find your face and realize
my jump
was a dream.
It seems sleep gave you back
years of your life.
The sand in your eyes make you
a boy again.
And I can't help but wonder
the dreams you could be chasing
or the lack thereof.
Your breath comes slowly,
your chest rising
and falling.
The broken gears
and cut wires
of your small frame
coming together
to create
a smooth running
sleep machine.
For a moment
I'm jealous,
it looks so easy to do
when I'm watching you.
Like you're more capable than I
of rest
and relaxation.
You found the switch that turns off
your brain
that I
was not built with.
The next moment,
my thoughts
are far.
I struggle to tell the difference
between what's happened
and what's dreamt.
Panic sets in
and as I sort reality
your eyes
flutter open.
Eyelashes shaking sleep
from your face.
Like fallen leaves
taking off into the sky
from a sudden
wind.
Your eyes focus
on me
expectingly.
Like before you woke up,
you knew exactly
where
you'd be.
Your lips stretch
into a lazy smile
breaking my daze with a dreamy,
"Good morning".
And once again,
I'm left to wonder
if I'm here
falling
after a poorly timed
jump.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
There's a man at the door
Netanya's son said
what's he want?
she said
don't know
he said something
about a hoover
the boy said
what's he want
about a hoover Benny?
she asked me
maybe he wants
to sell you one
I said
we've got one
she said
go ask him
I said
so she went to the door
and the guy
at the door said
you're behind
with your payments
on a hoover
so?
Netanya said
if I don't get
what you owe
then I have to take
the hoover back
he said
that so?
she said
I just watched her
go back indoors
and the young guy
stood there expectingly
a smile beginning
to form
I stood looking past
his head
at the late afternoon sun
then Netanya came back
to the door carrying
the upright hoover
and shoved it
in the young guy's hand
she said
here you are
here's your hoover back
she walked away
the guy looked at me
I said
have a good day.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
I usually find myself lost in the vast space that is your body,
gazing at the stars that adorn every milimeter of you,
forming constellations that I like to trace with my fingers.
I can't breath whenever I go out of myself to explore you.
The oxygen gets thinner.
You steal my breath, and make it your own.
Two full moons stare back at me.
Both beautiful. Both glowing,
reflecting the light that your smile gives away.
The gravitational pull of your hips keeps drawing me towards you,
revolving around your heart.
Close enough, and, still, far away.
Orbiting you.
A shooting star that lost its course.
It heads directly to you.
Attracted by the scenery of this planet you've become.
Expectingly you brace for impact.
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2
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Boom!
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC