I wrote this one w. one of my best friends, Susan Paardekam, so she deserves partial credit. We alternated lines.
A pair of blue eyes
Are all I can see.
Then, in a short glimpse,
They're gone.
All alone, by myself, deserted.
The Doors are closed.
I hear the sweet sound of music in my head.
And then they are open.
I see him, standing there, alone,
The blue eyes staring,
Swallowing me whole,
Cutting me up, and once inside
I look around, and all I see
Are his thoughts.
Dirty, sweet, uncensored, all at once,
His soul exposed.
And mine too. We blend.
We combine.
A mix of ingredients in a blender.
I can't find myself in the mix.
But yet, I must be somewhere.
Lost in the mix, scattered all over.
Here, there, everywhere.
I'm surrounded by me, surrounded by him, choking.
I'm overflowing, stuffed with him.
Drowning, screaming, trying to escape.
But I cannot.
For I am him.
We are one.
