The Stay

I gave you a piece of me, with little hesitation, only to satisfy my character's perception of a wait...subconsciously knowing you'd wait no time...I had to follow protocol tho, right? At least the 9-5 human believed so and who would want to jeopardize a tailored reputation? Hemmed up by the finest lectures and creased with legendary alumni. I left all of that there tho. All of that...mostly the fear behind his non-refundable reservation to vacate deformed and weighed down comfort...Not caring about any other occupants, simply the stay. Sim-ply-the-stay, the stay of frayed ends...yet an end frayed by the heat she felt when her comfort took a seat next to what was presented to be free, over and over again. Pushed over and over again, building pieces into parts, setting apart the differences in each person that lays there to stay...stays until it's sunny and blame dissipates...aware that it never will, so dreams just pray until reality visits one day...reproofing what reality had written in fine print that very first day.

The Morning After

Hilton's cozy duvet hugged me as laid on my side wondering how to begin an expression short of periods, full of commas, layered with question marks, yet topped with exclamations. This Sunday served as the morning after, the morning after I tasted my own dessert. For the first time, I became engulfed in an unbelievable mouth-watering delivery that stole my words and colored me red. My security placed a comma to mask my reaction, but my heart couldn't portray it straight.

Absent of my strength, the chef noticed the beat skipping freely on the sidewalk of my descending aorta, so in an effort to erase the uncommonly and stabilize pressure, I smiled timidly and muffled, It was impeccable. (I know that was unexpected, but he was unexpected and his darn good dessert was unexpected, and now these butterflies are expecting, expecting me to feed them. )

The morning after entered the past, leaving crumbs so that the present would find its way back if I slept with denial, giving him the part of me I protect not. Hoping to forget how his eyes reached for words that belong to me, delicately experiencing my energy...I'm weak, exclamation mark...around him. My letters stumble downward, as unfamiliarity expends my reservoir...so what I typically say, isn't so typical anymore, leading me back to the morning before...before I let go.

All So Familiar

Denial raped me, thinking I was a virgin to reality and the benefits panned out to be painless, painfully strangling my pride. And if I was asked where's my pride, I'd say I lost it at birth. Humble beginnings lusted over me, lustering my demeanor...and I'm her. Mazed to amaze how this class became an 8'oclock after midnight and transparency is still lost. Clarity became an option and the decision wasn't made, or was it? The answer lies in discovering how my sheets folded over tightly among the solar system... To be without any earthly idea, I became constrained to the bed I seemingly made for myself. For once, I was a heavenly body revolving about the sun, shining son, clothed in his own, among the stars...a withdrawn me connected so naturally, my heart spilled and I slipped on the dampened floor. He must've been here before, it couldn't be his first time. And as the neurons in my brain race to support the thought of searching for a reason, I open my eyes.