thoughts.

how dare you
how dare you be so effotrlessly
charming and ebautiful that you
charm me into your bountiful
eyes then sworm my thoughts in search for my honey comb ideals
i am man enough to write about
the cliche of eyes because i'm
lost in them right as i write
i'm not using the word love, because,
love, although fitting, carries baggage
too large to in the overhead bin
as i board my red-eye into your
blue eyes making me green. i
am brean that you have your tray table down withthe plastic up of
someone else's sprite resting on it
so i read my book i got from the library the recommended as you
dose off into your upright and locked
sleep. up, right. locked,wrong. because
the only lockedis my eyes on you
how dare you/