Without Looking

Its obvious,
That everyone adores you,
Your fragrance, and your extravagant shoes,
Its like the world revolves around what u do,

The slightly drawn on eyebrows are perfectly arched,
So you already look as mean as your walk,
Using one word sentences,
And managing to pull off hand gestures when you talk,

And its apparent that im no different,
Well in that perspective, because I stare too,
Using both eyes, to undress the dress that’s nestled within your breast,
As well as remove the lavender fragrance that your undergarments subdue,

But I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

For you need my eyes, among others,
In order to feel at peace, as well as complete,
And if this is a rat race for the sake of building your confidence,
I’m in no mood to compete,

So you treat me as the invisible
As though your designer shades disguise me,
And when I finally get you to shift your gears from park to reverse,
You still manage to do it blindly,

And im not saying that you don’t deserve to be treated well
You’re probably sixty percent prettier than most women by far,
But even though this statement is relatively nonfiction,
We all see what kind of woman you are,

And I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

All Within A Dream

The morning lifts the curtains,
Yet she lies there sound asleep,
Motionless, and without a blink,
Bright skin, with a few freckles upon her cheek,

Nestled under satin sheets,
Her foot hangs slightly off the bed,
A fresh pedicure without a flaw,
Each toe nail delicately dipped in red,

I am careful not to stare at her,
Though I gaze upon her with care,
She doesn’t like the feeling of being watched,
Often says “it’s hard to bear”

And so I just sit next to her,
In the same spot where I slept the night before,
But I sat up with my back against the headboard,
Kicked both boots off, which tumbled to the floor,

A slight thud,
As each shoe hits the ground,
She jumps briefly, but not enough to break her dream,
Her sleep is not broken by the sound,

All within a dream,
She opens one eye, and smirks with glee,
Places her hand upon mine carefully,
Now certain that its me,

Her skin is similar to a flame,
As if fire has entered into her veins,
But that’s expected because she’s a heavy thinker,
She’s always killing off her pain,

And all within a dream, I suppose she does so,
Or perhaps that’s where she tends to try,
And since I can’t help her fight those wars internally,
I am just always somewhere nearby,

It’s the best that I can do,
To just watch her, and be patient so it seems,
While the love of my life fights her own battles,
All within her dream..