You're, simply put, an Eye Catcher.

Are they kept in a private zoo?

Are you a pied piper or painter?

Cuz you draw mine to follow you.

Peer into these spherical windows

To plumb, with grace, my soul.

Just promise that after your visit

My pair will make parole.....

I was at the bus stop,

Feeling right wearing white,

When a fly started buzzing me,

Ignoring the risk to life

And those acrobatic flights.

"Go on now. I don't wanna feel you

Land on me again.

You do....I'll kill you."

He ignored my words completely.

My Fellow bus riders did not.

He perched on my shoe again

And I began to plot.

I slowly bent at the waist

So as not to disturb his rest.

Early morning violations

put soldiers to the test.

He hopped to another spot

Probably leery I would creep.

But I threw weak shots before,

Thereby lulling him to sleep.

Ranged to deliver the strike

I promised would surely come;

With no trace of hesitate

I exploded like a gun.

He dodged to his left;

A move I anticipated.

And I caught him in the trap

I, properly, had baited.

Some ears who heard my threat

Had focused on the episode.

An eye said "I see

You stroll the Warriors road."

the weather will soon change

from crazy to kinda cool

and likewise my thoughts

leave chaos and find you.

i notice the fearful looks

coming from the fools

as my life tightens up

like some braces on a tooth.

i won't be chasing you

like "Duck, Duck , Goose".

we'll meet at the corners

of love, trust and truth.

there'll be no wreck

like most expect,

we won't nervously merge,

we'll become one with respect.

its the highway next.

at lite speed , we'll jet,

taking flight, untouched

by traffic jams of neglect.

some stall and overheat,

curse, weep and gnash teeth

while we're kissing the clouds

with storms under our feet.

we used to hate the thief,

filled with hurt and grief,

until we lost ourselves

and discovered perfect peace.

and its such a relief

because just last week

i never would have guessed

life could be so sweet....

its 1:16 on a cold rainy night

and you kick me in your sleep,

Like you're looking for a fight.

so i roll to face you.

my thought: to taste you.

the way i slip my hand under covers is so graceful.

in the dark i find your waist

for a fingertip trace

until the Law of Love is followed

and you linger on my case.

i wanna see mountain ridges

by the light of day

so i clap two times so

i get a full display

of the most perfect summits

from which to plummet.

a marathon moving downhill,

i'll quickly run it,

as long as the destination

is that valley with a beach

with the tropical heat

and hot sand on my feet.

i plant myself next to your mango tree

and rub gently on your bark

with your juice on my cheeks

then after an explosion

i dig the mine deep

making sure the canary

continues to cheep.

for the pretty birdie

i'll sprinkle some feed,

as i invade your kitchen

to crush that need.

then your steamy pudding crater, with passion, erupts,

leaving banana, vanilla wafers, aftershocks and stuff......

lite brown from browntown

I've been grabbed and snatched

by your strong tidal flow.

There are riptides on your beach.

I just didn't know.

Now I'm adrift on Your sea

but I'm bold enough to float;

Transforming to become

a submarine or love boat.

And not trying to gloat,

but I'm the bucket for your well.

I got my workout in so

I've no trust in magic spells

or potions of lust and shiny wands.

We'll build a mighty bond

as I navigate your Mystery

like it's a sacred pond.

I'm a continental shelf

in a monumental drift,

moving down from Arctic waters

to kiss rain forest lips.

And at the tip of the peninsula

where land and water surge,

sits your mystical cup,

that'll crush

an oceanic thirst.