Dawning Creations

Brought to you by the unopened drawers in all of our hearts….


Loving can trick you,
painting the air around you pink.
It hoodwinks and bristles
as the colors blind us in a blink.

But when you touched me
I changed
When you touched me,
I grew wiser

I have to convince myself,
it’s all in my head.
Confusion is restless,
won’t stop until the light inside
is already dying or dead.

I dreamt of a love song for us
with micro    expectations,                                                                               left my heart locked in your  cabinet,                                                                                         in our room, the one with the most beautiful view

I was too late
to catch on
that I was falling into “something”

I can’t allow myself to acknowledge,
can’t acknowledge,
“Something,” could be love.

My heart is kept,
folded and torn at the corner,
in the cabinets,
and out of time.                                                                        

God, I pray,
I wish I could have asked you,
If I was falling on my own,
or, if you felt it, too.