Blind-Sighted

 

Sweet...

   heavenly...

        Jesus. 

This man, you have made. And what have you done? 

What was this speechless halted breath 

Wrapped around my tongue? 

  What has it been, that I could of known, 

So many secrets untold. 

  Abaited ghost of my chest...

Is this where you have been? 

  For so long it played. I hardly dare speak a speech. 

  But could it be? A spark long cast? 

Never imagined it'd find its way back to me. 

Though agasp, I had waited 

   Cautious by the omens whispering things...

I knew something was coming....

  But this is the stuff of dreams. 

My Love, My Love...

  What can I say...

When you say so much to me? 

  You leave me speechless, in breath, 

This poetess, mind sparking and spazing, 

  Surrendered utterly 

To what you are doing to me. 

For you have given me no choice at all. 

That is not what this Is. 

  This is another fate of things. 

This is something you have done. 

   In loving me. 

  And the world will come for you. 

And you don't seem to give a damn. 

Heart and all, in my possession- 

  You so freely give over to me?! 

What if I were to claw it out? 

  You think you can tame me?! 

It is the most boldly, 

   Vulnerable, 

 and naive thing, 

I to this day, may have seen. 

That you give me Us so freely! 

  What does one do with a creature like this? 

 Like me? 

  What?! 

Have you done?! 

    And how baby....

Did you fucking do it? 

  Because you really give me no choice. 

No choice at all. 

  But to close my eyes,

Think about that day, 

  and to my back, 

In your arms freefall. 

Because I know you will catch me. 

You never....

   Would not. 

You never....

Did not....

  Not catch me. 

And that's something, Jack. 

  But I NEVER....

Saw you coming back. 

  Let alone...

       for me.