Crystal Blue and Honey Gazes

Crystal blue and Honey gazes

Meeting in the middle, never merging, forever searching for juvenile nostalgic innocence.

No longer seeing further than what it only ever was.

Separated by growth-spurts of the mind and spirit,

Always wanting more than what it’ll ever be.

The heart never given the chance to catch up and beat as one.

Fuse and allow the Blue and Honey gaze to penetrate the hurdle of what will always separate.  

©Elizabeth Zsamboki 

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I was shot today

By a boy with bullets for teeth,

they flew at me in slow-motion.

I sat there and let them hit me.

I concentrated on the frost in his words,

the deviance in his mouth,

the arrogance in his delivery,

the bullets penetrated my chest and buried themselves in my heart.

The heaviness pushed my spirits down,

decapitated my worth as I braced for his next round.

©Elizabeth Zsamboki  

I Gave

I gave you my hand, open-faced extended,

placed it softly on your chest.

You folded each individual finger into a closed fist,

returned it firmly and placed it lightly on my ribs.

I gave you my lips, passionately pressed,

on your bottom pouting kiss.

You blew them earnestly away without ingest.

I gave you my words.

Like rocks hitting sheets of armor,

they bounced off your cheeks profile.

I gave you my soul’s dreams, secrets, solved enigmas.

You danced around them with clever steps of avoidance,

swaying in confusion.

I gave you my heart…all of its passion, strength, and affection.

You returned it on a platter, pins and needles stitching notes of refusal and neglect.

I gave you my back, with all of its frost and demise of what could have been.

Footprints lead away in blundering position.

I gave you my life

You gave me regret.

© Elizabeth Zsamboki   

The In-between

Lost in the in-between 

Arms stretching, reaching,

extending toward you and me 

Neither holding or grasping 

Lightly brushing Your fingertips

MY...Momentary bliss 

Misconstrued connection

moments lost in translation 

Stuck in the in between of you and me 

Realizing I'm only "standing on the edge of your world" 

looking to find myself in the brushing tips of momentary bliss, 

found in the in-between. 

Elizabeth Zsamboki