Day 93 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day discomfit meaning: "cause to lose one's composure"
Good morning
I see you through
Lovelorn eyes each morning
You turn and struggle
Like a caterpillar emerging
From your cocoon
You make adorable noises
And turn about
You spread your wings in a manner of speaking
While picking at your eyes and nose
Your toes wrinkle in and out
You are fast asleep and I am
(Perhaps) voyeuristic and studying
You
When you emerge from
Your coma your eyes are wide
And lips undulate between
Solemn grins and floppy clownish
Imitations of wide grotesque mouths
I smile back
Your wide open eyes are
Discomfiting portals
They open up to a wide alien world
I might slip and stumble inside of them
I am scared and alive (strangely)
I wonder what it is that you see
On and in me
You touch my hand
And I touch yours
I kiss your mouth
And this means peace.
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