Elated

Sweet along side me

Hiding that smile like candy in a room full of bread

I've got you snug right under my forearm

kissing your forehead

running my fingers through your hair

You are beautiful.

Gentle as a humming bird

You are mine.

I would question humanity, normally

now, I'm too elated to think

One touch, I explode, or I melt

now I've got nothing to prove

Only to show that I've grown weak

as time promised I would

for someone so genuine 

Nestled in my arms

grasping my hand as if I am falling

and I am

but I'm not going anywhere

It you is who am I.

It;s just another mystery

Inside you see

Inside of me

A wonder to which I'm supposed to be

This great image?

or catastrophe?

A mirror side of my mother's eyes,

A peacful mind The anxious kind

Yet it doesnt matter by your side

everything's okay

I'm restlessly in love with how

The words you speak fall out your mouth

That perfect line i could never make

as perfect as you have

Here I sit in my own cement

Admiring the heater vents

they speak so low

it comforts me

so much i can not sleep

now i wish you have not said goodnight

another battle with conscience fights

of who i am or why i am here

of which i know the best when you are near

and it's not the love that blinds my path

it is simply you on my behalf

any other excuse would be a lie

it is you, is who am i.

Sleep On It

Sleeping hours have fallen off the clock

I have my hand in my pocket and the lint sticks to my palms

I tap my foot like I am sewing a new quilt

but I cannot design the exact patters

or shapes that could speak

With perfect stitches

I gaze out of the foggy window

wishing, hoping, feeling like I've been here before

this rut of word scramble

I've never been good at this game

or word searches

Handy work

I caress your head and wish you could feel what I am thinking

Read the novel I have written for you

Chapters full of repeated sentences

over and over again

I sink into my bed and speak to the shadows on the wall

I seem to always gain the courage to spill these metaphors

When you're further than sound

So I tuck them in my pillow case

and sleep on it

over and over again

Knowing one day

I'll lose myself in your eyes

Imagine you are a shadow

My heart the second hand; ticking

Recite the chapters I've memorized

Then shake out my pillow case

Patch the holes and make a quilt

Perfectly;perfect

Sleep on it