| 68 - otra soledad vs. solamente feeling the way i do, it's hard to keep focused. one minute im staring at the moon, next into your eyes. and it's no suprise that my knees did weaken at the lovely words you're speakin'....ah... -Jill Scott seriously. those eyes of his made it even more difficult to not ask the question. All the while just wanting to request the name... All the while witholding myself and doing the opposite of my craving... so much control. seriously needing to loose myself in the ill-fated utopia of his eyes and his mouth also so precious that yo no tocar....y no beso Eyes so weightless that they transformed me into some weak, cold, and lonely being. Now is different. i can no longer be the individual and fare well I must have your eyes i must claim them as my own before i become more of the concave person Only to fathom exactly what lies beneath your exterior is the death of me Now i am a hopeless case though i will never see you again Only in some sad dream will i complete this experience But in a parallel universe this was more. NEXT POEM MY POETRY HOME |