Doot doot doot

Music,
how do you do it?
I'm going along
doing just fine
almost on cruise
I haven't touched the dial
or noticed a DJ
my thoughts flow in and
out
mirroring your beat
the ebs and lulls
cast little effect
and then
a chord is struck
my throat chokes tight
vision waterlogged and
stained
not a shade of red or yellow
nothing so vibrant or bright

Book Keeper

I need you to know, now, that you've done a real number on me.
The evidence is died in ink-
my pages are frayed, and worn, and tattered for all to see.

It's not fair, you know, that a new page should have a stain.
Fresh, and clean, and ripe with possibility
shadowed and cluttered- tarnished.

Tearing pages would have helped-
if it had been done at first, and quickly.
To have ripped the tape from tender skin
may have avoided this scar.

The deepest, richest, most vibrant
Black.
Piercing, tender, nurturing
chocolate Brown.
Gentle, smooth, life-giving
Mocha.
... to say nothing of the unseen.

If only you could see through my eyes...
If only you could feel with my heart and hands and skin and soul...
Then you would begin to understand the way I feel about you.