she's waiting

the Lord, he knows that
I had moments where I
wanted to save you from yourself
and light up your doe eyes with hope

but emancipation
came several kisses too late-
sounded out the freedom that
rang in every syllable you spoke

re-mem-ber-when-our
eyelashes intertwined in the sun?
you grinned through the light
breaking through my blinds

re-mem-ber-the-
aurum outline of the .45?
our tongues locked;
your mouth full of lucid bullets
that furiously dug holes
towards your soul

and the Lord knows I-re-mem-ber
the time you never came home

the boy who taught me how to live

even today, I still recall
how your eyelashes curled shyly
as if the brown hair your fingers
mussed up so tentatively
could match ebony black-holes
lit up by my starry-eyed reflection

because I was a wide-eyed pupil
during late night conversations
about physics and politics
and water filters
and messiah complexes
... and muse playing endlessly
as we fell asleep

let you teach me about the genes
that lie snug up against our hip-bones

memorized the way you taught me
to never let anyone hold me
so I could become unbreakable

but Lord, summer is upon us again
so I shall simply be content tracing
your fractured shadow in my irises

Horace

I wandered just close enough to your face
for my eyelashes to dance with your pores

kissed you 'til I lit up your ruddy apple cheeks
as if summer's blush would stray from the sun
just enough to capture the brightness dancing down
through your hair so jarred by wind's sudden presence

and I am just drunk enough off the light
to wish that I could wake up to dawn's smile
shyly peeping through our blinds;

the heat impairing my judgment just enough
to make me want to stay the night
so that I

could catch the gentle lady-moon as she fell asleep;

dance with her tides
while you held me in your arms

but I have drowned my thoughts in poetry;
its rasping last breaths fighting the expanses of my seas
and I have capsized, so carpe diem (and seize your day)