Reflections #2 - To Those Two Teachers

Thank you.

        You two people have been insanely influential in my life. You have taken me into your home. You have communicated with me, not just talked. You have both inspired me to take a career path that is, to say the least, stressful and noble. I don't see either of you very often anymore, for one reason or another. Usually, I'll make the plan to and be too worn out by the end of the day to see you two, but know every single time I don't drop by that I should have. I think of both of you a lot. You've been kind to me and you've communicated with me and I miss seeing you two everyday. I hope I'll see both of you soon.You both are always in that grey area between family and friend. I hope I can see you again and communicate with you as if I'd only been gone a second to use the restroom, or something along those lines.

-Chris

Poetry 29 - Love and Sleep

A breeze, a breeze, then humid heat.
The fan circulates our sweaty air,
and we dismiss the blanket in bed.
We do this every-so-often;
lay down, cover, uncover, repeat.

The darkness never dims her bright complexion
as she lays, enveloped in her peaceful sleep.

This is a new level of calm,
once unbeknownst to me.

A calm,
where matches and razors and empty stomachs
don’t plague the center of the storm which it is.

A calm,
where she finds involuntary serenity.

A calm,
where I can bear witness to not happiness nor pain,
rather true neutrality in an unbalanced soul.

This calm,
smells like the green on trees after rain,
and looks like the sky, mid-July,
controlled explosions, artificial rainbows and smoke.

Her skin is the feel of polished marble in mansions,
dedicated to the millionaires of tactile art.

I think I hear a faint singing in her chest;
it plays on a kind repeat, what a lovely beat.