Friday, July 3, 2009

lover's eyes

their eyes.
just one
from each pair.

I lay down on them
at night when
I go to sleep
in this bed.

most of them are
blue. Some are
brown and some
aren't any color.

shame that
this space used to belong
to me
and now I have to share it
with them.

When they are angry at me
my back hurts from their staring into it.

when they taunt me
their coy glances leave me wanting.

but most of all, when they
rob me of sleep,
they inhabit my dreams.

I might wake up in
a bigger bed with more
of them woven into
every stitch of the sheets.










Thursday, July 2, 2009

hmmm

Why is it that I get a resurgence of creative energy at the most inopportune times. I seem to only know what to write when I'm trying to fall asleep at 3 a.m. or when I'm in class. Most times it happens when I don't have a pen within my grasp or I'm in a conversation with someone. Can you imagine..."hold that thought a second I need to jot down a poem," what strange looks i would get, especially from people that don't know me. hah!