Waves

I saw you
eye-ing me
with your drink in hand
leaning on that dusty
sidewalk car

If you could
walk yourself
through the foggy smoke
and seat yourself next to me
A midst the unknown
what a rush it would be!

To host that confidence
to defy all social alliance
and just carry yourself
to do what you desire
Oh what defiance!

If you could
speak in that voice you use
to seduce my thoughts
and keep them a float
in the smokes
what a high it would provoke!

If you could
alert me to the wits
that embed your mind
and share them
with a manner so kind
what a chill it would give!

If you could
welcome my arguments
accompanied by the occasional
initial blush moments
interrupted by sing-alongs
with the tunes playing
what a thrill that would instill!

If you could enjoy
your drink and cigarette too
with all the hustle that’s surrounding you
with your gut twisted, clouded by
my judgement of your bold move
what a salute to man kind you’ll be

It all comes in waves,
the gathering of your strength
the courage to walk
towards me, locking eye contact
with no script in hand
with no plan at stand
with no knowledge of me or them
with no clear stance of what’s at whim!

It all comes in waves
the rushes, each one whips your heart
with an adrenaline rush
Slaps your face
with a hesitating smile
coating you with confidence

All those waves
come crashing at you
you enjoy the salty droplets
you defy the inertia of each wave
with sturdy feet standing
You are seduced by the thrill
of the unknown

therefore I ask you now

If you could
would you?

Waves of chemistry

Dawn

Jousting thoughts
in the arena of your mind
for no apparent reason
they are fighting
a gory match
till slumber
summons the death of them

Eyes wide awake,
Mind racing,
bed sheets frozen
shadowing your body underneath
with a thin layer of cold separating
your body hollows from the cover

Heart so quiet
you think it stopped beating
Yet the bloodshed
in your mind is keeping your
mental state awake, so awake
it’s bothering your eye lids

They long to close
The eye lashes miss their kin
on the eye lid above

But  you just can’t simply shut them
What’s going on?

The joust still lingers
the television emits vague noises
you can barely hear a dialogue
The shadows of actors play on the wall in front of you
Those thoughts gahd dammit
They revolve around sporadic moments
subconscious fucks with the conscious
you can’t tell what’s real and what’s not?
“Did that happen today? Wait no I dreamt that
Oh fuck, I don’t know” 

Is it possible, can your thoughts
scare sleep away?

Your eyes tear up,
exhaustion is seeping in,
but those eyes of yours
that racing mind, forbid sleep from slithering
through that almost corpse like body of yours

You move your body
to face the television,
hoping for hypnosis and then sleep

The eyes feast, on the movie playing
yet, the processing of the events
has haltered
You “see”, that’s all you do
the link between your eyes and your mind
seems broken
is it the joust? Has is cut the connection?
Have you dived in a vegetable state of being?
Your thinking is halted by the mess up there!

You twist to the other side of the bed
the bed sheets trace your motion
hug your body

You force your eyes to close
the magnetic pull of your eye lids backwards
is fucking with you
it’s not happening!

You put your hands on your eyes
providing an illusion of darkness
a sort of psychological signal
to summon sleep
Yet, you’re still awake
You mumble to yourself
as if conjuring some sort of
sleeping spell

You remove your hands
It’s dawn
the sun is kissing the cusp of your silhouette
You wonder, your annoyed
with a weird rewarding feeling
You have just made a friend
and her name is
insomnia