I fell into the arms of the night
Hugging the shadow of her silhouette
She pulled me in
And swallowed my eyes

Her fingernails
Traced my lips
As she took a bite

And I caressed her darkness
Without the need for light

Over curves and starkness
My hands were sight

Then she stood tall in the sky
Thick and wide

And as she laid over my body
She cloaked our delight

We played in sweat and Fahrenheit

And as she pitched black
She arched her back and began midnight

A few more hours
The sun came bright

       Then she disappeared
       And spit out my eyes

If you could see yourself the way I see you
For just a week,
For just a day,
For just an hour,
Or even for a fleeting glimpse in a crowd.

If you could see yourself through my eyes
Then hopefully you would see
That glow around your eyes when you smile
Especially when the smile is sincere
Even when your heart isn't in it, I see it still.

If you could see yourself through my eyes
Maybe you would hear the chimes
That accompany your voice when you laugh.
Maybe you would feel that warmth in your heart
Even when you're fake laughing at my jokes.

If you could see yourself the way I see you,
Standing ready even when you've been tested,
Holding your ground against wave after wave after wave,
Prepared to withstand your thousandth trial,
Even when you know you're on the edge of collapse.

If you could see yourself the way I see you,
You would be stunned into silence.
You would be amazed at the creature you saw.
You would let go of that last nagging thought.
You would love yourself as deeply as I love you.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I am her body
I am starving…
for attention

The last time she gave me a compliment
was the time the mirror was tilted towards the sun
and her rays wrote the words of beauty
very bright ..
so that her eyes could see

I am her body
a clingy companion unwanted
a friend-zoned partner.. with so much
life to give …
loved at once, and ignored many  
maybe if I jolt pain
she’d look at me..

I am her eyes
she doesn’t see
choses not to, her vision
distracted ..by …

the blue sky, attention like a goldfish
in a fishbowl, with all the blue,
but maybe this blue is new..

I am her ribs,
they show, that’s a good thing
but I am suffocating on the skin
that’s covered me too close
they layer me like sand dunes, sculpted by time
rubbing off by age, but
hey they show.. that’s a good thing..

I am her belly
breathing, many lovers loved…
hands laid on me, I felt the caress
and failed to warn her, it won’t last
I didn’t know.. I am sorry


I am her hands,
giving comfort, and warmth
fingerprints caved deeper, every birthday
she wrote, things her chords wouldn’t say
her hands guided… and (have been) deserted
loved and (have been) left
lifted and (have been) dropped
warmed and (have been) solo
gave and (have been) taken
warned and (have been) stabbed

I am her legs
gapped by less and less food
more and more steps
less .. more…
.. walks away…
counts calori……. steps

I am her mind..
a territory of landmines
placed by past experiences
sugarcoated with sprinkles
baked to perfection
the mastermind of the strategy
the lighthouse
for many .. but
not
her