More poems!!!!!!!!! Too optimistic for a poet?

~Meeting~
When I manifest upon my thoughts
and the path is flooded,
soaked,
drenched in every moment
we have ever met,
I regret
not our meeting
but the lack there of.
I cannot show you
yet,
I am not ready,
I cannot show you
yet.

~Strangers with Eyes~

Stories hidden behind
the eyes of
Strangers,
are those that will slice
off your ears
and pin them down to walls.
You will not feel any pain but
you will only feel
the words being calculatedly
articulated; the lisp of tongue;
the spray of saliva,
and joy in your heart,
pounding to the beat of syllables
of the strangers willingness
to share
a piece of their unfinished puzzle.