There is a man
Who peeked at me~ over my shoulder
Through dreams and simple complex
Reams of poetry.
He felt as though i were merely
An open book
That simply by searching and stumbling
He could peek in over my shoulder,
Like only an Angel or a rouge Devil could.
What could i do?
How could i push him away?
Although i may have made efforts
To push him away, all his flattery
Sunk deep down into my
Broken down beaten down lonely
Failed wife s head.
I couldn’t help but draw him
Closer. Once i made that vast ocean
Oblique i felt silly again,
Like a school girl gone cheap.
I made up stories and lies,
But we both knew i was lying.
I was explaining in depth, why love
Never rings true for me,,.
That i don’t expect it too ~
That i actually had given up
Belief so long ago
That wicked treasure map was
Burned down many years before.
But this was no other ordinary man.
This was the one who peeked over
My shoulder* **~
He dared me, to simply be me.
How could he do that to me?
Was he shark like swimming
Upon my sea of poetry~ did
He smell the blood in my writings?
Did he notice the lonely and empty,
Look in my stare,
Did he notice exactly entirely,
How much, i did not care…?!
Did he spring his hunters trap
To trick me with thievery so cunning
I had no idea how much id been robbed
Until i woke up this morning,
Happy to think
Of a secret stranger.
That dreams dwell not only
In my mind but broken down
Defenseless heart as well.
That somehow rather wickedly,
He smitten me.
And now i am laughing inside all over again. He beat me fairly at my own game of always making them
He refused to believe me,
As i swore and sighed
Claiming love was neither true nor
Real not for normal folks
Like he and I.
Even as i sensed this lie
Was a cruel joke to him
He sent me heart spinning and reeling,
With a splendid question,
He only asked me
I think he knew
He had me over the rails by then.
Even I couldn’t give an half hearted
Half earnest reason Why?
All the things i clearly believed in*
True Love, destiny, karma,
Hope, faith and mystery
How all these things were overrated,
Impossible and definitely Unreal.
He asked me what was my lesson then?
That Love was Unreal?
How tempting to lie some more..
But i was on a web cam video.
And i was staring into these
Most fasincinating eyes of his,
And my lies froze up in my throat
I think i might have began to choke.
As i realized the vast error of my ways.
To denounce love
As rust. Or as impossible for folks like us. And as i was speaking his gaze
Was depleting my energy to keep denying that i did not care really
About love or lies or men.
I was so immune to all of that.
I was positively sure.
But i had left the door of my heart
Ajar, opened just by the smallest
Crack. And somehow, this young man
Had jumped inside.
I think ive been smitten and fooled
And stolen from.
I think it must be fraud. Someone trying to steal my identity.
For when i woke up my broken heart was gone and a mysterious note was there instead. Gone today, be back yesterday. See you soon.