Open Mic (December version) -Regan Dunn

Here is the poem as read by Regan Dunn (click on the link at the bottom to see the whole poem)

Half dressed and half awake your tired eyes
Looking, burning in the heat of midday
Done, cooked and finished your heartbeat keeps time with mine
As your corneas pulsate in your early awake

Lost for you I’m so lost for you
Oh and your fluttering eyelashes
Lost for your sunglasses, lost on the train
Made me a man in the compartment,
Never saw the same,
Never tasted the same food
Dreamed the same dreams
Saw me, with you underneath

And I come into you in a boys dream
Still lying there your auburn hair shines bright in the sun
Still burning your eyes.
Still lost in dreams I dreamt when I was awake
Take in one sigh, one breath, one break, from all this
Oh from you and just

Hack up your skirt a little more and show your world to me
City sidewalks melt my recycled rubber soul
Someone to save the environment but who’s here for
My heart’s habitat?

You wear nothing but you wear it so well
Tied up in your tangled hair, in your far, freckled skin
Tied up in your limbs reaching for mine under cheap, rayon sheets
Tied up in your mind
Tied up with mine

Tied up and twisted, the way I’d like to be
Still nude, still sleeping
Soundly, smoothly
Thoughts of it soothe me
As I beat the battered pavement past your house
Haven’t darkened your doorstep in years
Drank your cupful of tears
A sprinkle of your fantasies
Too bad there isn’t any spoonful of sugar
Make the memories go down

Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet like kisses on your eyelids
Closed as they saw me walk away
Wasn’t the only thing though,
Almost audible, your right, left, top and bottom ventricle
Slammed shut on me and my acoustic guitar
Picked up the drums so that

Into your heart I’ll beat again.
Maybe if I wore plaid, flannel?
And grew an ironic patch of facial hair
You would love me the way you did for days and days making the next morning forever from now

But now is then and when I trod the tired track past your
Open window I sigh
Still able to smell your dry skin
Nestled lonely under cheap rayon sheets
Hot. Under midday sun.