Dazed AM

Baked at 6:42AM 

Laying in this bed preparing for my night’s sleep 

Can’t decide if it’s a bit early or a bit late to me

The birds are squawking and chirping away

Violently communicating outside of my window pane 

To the street of Pacific

And then suddenly they stop

Only the special few continue but sparsely

Dim red lights illuminate the bed, 

the softness of the pillow and comforter emanate

Warmth radiating off this person in the bed with me

Their consistent quiet breath and movement keep me meditative

The bird songs transport me to some place unimaginable 

unless you are me

6:45AM

 The air is a bit stiller

and my eyes a bit droopier

Briefly and Suddenly

You are the formula to my weakness, planting a seed in my soul with your every word.

I see it, night and day.

Thinking of you, staring at the bugs swarming around the streetlamp light.

Nothing seems better if I’m with you but, you forget who you are.

You look into my eyes and theres a different person inside and behind those small brown eyes. It’s not who I know, you swarm in a room and leave a silent mess.

You obliterate the past into the future and present.

Focusing on the same secure tomorrow.

No good for demands like mine.