Pipe Dream

I wanted to unleash the

flood of thoughts

growing wildly behind

my row of egg-shelled teeth.

Instead,

the words get stuck

like retired

New Yorkers in Florida

nursing homes.

Landlocked between a

valley of tongue & teeth,

I attempt to free the

dam of emotion building listlessly

behind my restless heart.

I resort to talking

with my eyes.

You glance

at me, as I

melt in you;

the windows of my soul

lakes of sentimental

mind gunk.

They

scream and smile,

at you

simultaneously;

enamored and intolerably

intoxicated by the

perfume of yesterday.

Braving the heat

radiating from my fiery core,

they unfold themselves

before you, over,

and then

over again.

Unschooled in

the tongue of eye language,

you cannot apprehend my

languid language of

love for you.

So I bury myself,

behind my bottomless

faculties of sight,

and grow numb to

the sting of

uncertainty.

Your love for me

a pipe dream;

my affection towards you

a flooded pipe.