There's Nothing...8/30

Sidebar: This 30/30 is clearly going to go well past April....but the poetry will still be tagged under "April Poetry Month". #DontJurgeMe

There's nothing here to see
Or anything for you to do
Theres nothing to feel
Touch
Smeel
Taste

Gone...

The emotions, still resonating
Just a bit
Lingering on for dear life
Why? Well I've no clue
But they're there
But still....
There's nothing

We both know there's used to be a "something"
A secret
A lie, perhaps
Or maybe it was a truth
Disguised as something in dark clothing we both should have taken heed to long ago

Whatever the case

There's no longer a need to
Feel
Be
Think of
Reminisce on
Or even desire

Because whatever "it" was has been over for ages
Can we both attest to that? Certainly
I've just got to
Sometimes remind myself that
These little feelings of
Love I have--though Im clearly no longer "in"
Are no longer

There's nothing.

Mates for the Soul (6/30)

He looks into her eyes
Dark brown with golden flecs when the sun hits them
"Almost like looking into a mirror, those eyes", he thinks
Except she's got an Asian undertone about the lids
While his are more slanted and rounded inward

She looks into his pools
Same shape as hers
Maybe a little more squinty
Especially when he is inebriated
But generally similar
Nonetheless

They arent related
Blood only by heritage
Race and culture are the only things that deem them "brother and sister"
They aren't the same
But they are one

They immediately feel a comfort
A balance
An altogether completeness that has never been felt before
With anyone else in like positions

Friends
Best friends
Lovers
Connected

Chats of.....
Intimacy based on.....
The eyes that lock speak a volume so loud they could deafen a crowded room
They don't need to speak
But they do
Even when they don't
That's their "us"

A growing relationship
Plus a connection so strong amongst
Two parallelled individuals
Has equaled
A bliss that captivates and inspires
Onlookers

With the eyes that lock
And the lips that meet
And the touch that electrifies
Their souls
Leave them in a No Outlet Zone
And they can only move upwards

Because the Name of their Love
Needs no title from anyone but them
For they are the authors and illustrators
Of their soul connectedness

Undercover Over-Lover 5/30

You can't tell
And sometimes neither can I
I stay in disguise
Can hardly tell between truth and lie

I'm undercover
A cop
A blue-collar
A pig

But for all intents and purposes
What lies beneath the surface
Of me
And my thoughts
Is him
And my emotions

You see I'm undercover
But I'm not a real cop
No
I'm an undercover overlover

Wait.
Allow me to explain
You see I love passionately
Tenderly
Sexually
Lustfully
Cautiously
Intellectually
Emotionally
Spiritually
And unfortunately.....
Sorta redundantly

I'm a china dish
Delicate and dainty
And also
Breakable and expensive

So I go undercover
Disguise myself
Make myself plastic
Unbreakable
With a tupperware feel
Cheap, even

Can't get hurt so easily
Won't break
The shards of glass that makes up my natural exterior
Are underwraps
Bubblewrapped
Unseen

But its all a lie
I'm an undercover over-lover

I love so hard I hurt myself
Eventually break myself
And as a result
Lose a part of myself

Cuz China's only so strong
Even if put in a tupperware costume
There comes a time where the faux exterior falls

Spoon-Fed (1/30)

I wanna write about you
But I'm right about you
Conflicts with my frontal as I battle a heart that'll bleed out its cavity
And onto the floor

Still, I...

....I wanna hold you
Mold you--through the dry spells where you break and I phlebotomize
I wonder and hypothesize
Not of the realness we possess but the tests given and the ratio of pass/fail
And margin of error

...United stand
Apart fall
Fell
Failed
Fail

Wait and anticipate a ringing sensation that isn't just orgasmic
But also beautifully tragic....