One-Eyed

With always 
ever
peering vision,
seemingly narrowed down thoughts
to one mind, 
oh what a mind
of minds many would mind;
How they'd either
relate,
rather believe them repulsed
to have sight nev'r searching.....
temptingly looking straight towards
the gutter.

So easily stirred 
the readily dormant
fused monster of bedroom habits,
(plagued of Napoleon disease)
chimes in, rude manner less voice
going to have his say~maybe just saying hi.
Much older now
these silly antics
link me to the kid
that found sparks in my heart
when laid into dark
shown.....how complete one-eyed can be,
senses grown, give she hunter taming process
of relief.

Fear not where acceptance 
finally takes place,
when no longer on radar then in both thoughts,
for certainly a lover deem
if not.....
God damn
a fighter was born to be.