How we sleep

Our conversations resemble the way we sleep

You take up more room

And expect me to be happy

Inhabiting an ever shrinking space

But near the edge, I panic

Self-preservation instinct kicks in

Tells me to claw back relevance

And I push you back

Its no more a conversation

But an argument

I deploy all ammo

I fight dirty

I push too hard

We both fall off, then

Sleepless.

Body speaks the purest language

I feel a tremor course through you

And before your voice confirms through words

Your body tells me I've given it good

You fall on me and let it consume your being

You cling onto me like a kite to its string

To guide you safely down from this gale up high

That colored your face a lovely red

And brought two little pearls

In the corner of your eyes

This moment, My Love!

Brief yet Infinite

Is when I truly feel like a Man

No amount of money in a wallet

No trophy, No medal

Or whatever, that Men consider Manly

Has ever made me feel so whole

You, me and two dead poets

Your breath falls on me

Cool,

The smell of mint

Fresh,

Grass sprinkled with dew

On days like these

I'm a valley in bloom

Wordworth's Dancing Daffodils

But a day soon comes by

When you breathe a storm of fury

Head-on,

The kind that melts metal

Wildfire,

Burning everything in its path

I wail, Darling dont come near!

For I'm gunpowder stuffed tight

This will only end one way

Dante's Inferno