Once upon a time
My heart kept time like a waltz
Now the beat is off
June 23, 2017
When you part your hair
over your forehead like that,
my heart skips a beat.
July 12, 2017
When your face clouded
at the sight of a red dress,
I knew that I lost.
July 19, 2017
,and so–i trust him with my heart
–with my heart, he trusts me
i smile: his smile and love: his love
for all the world to see
and with his arms ‘twined with my arms
we dance so merrily
for i love my love because i know
my love loves me
racing hare heartbeat
wanting to know what might be
’round the crooked bend
youme:us feeling each other out
As we move past one another
With gentle, innocuous questions about
Who we really are in this moment (to me, to you)
Can I share my past lives with you
And find solace in a better future:any future?
I want to feel you in the morning
when I stretch myself awake –
Your memory smells like the fresh rain of spring
When the air is cleared with the earth’s shower;
Nourishing and uplifting of mind:body:soul,
It washes over me as my lungs expand.
Expand with me across countries spread between
A simple distance between youme:us
And stretch past the differences time may impose
On us:youme rests a story to tell.
(whisper it against my pillow)
shift: fun with gimp
Awaken to a darkened morn;
Dawn cannot see past the clouded horizon. I stir.
Stretch – lengthen bodymuscle tighten
sigh to a new day without you
no context as I wander down near empty
streets searching for the door back into you
wait. I brush the bark of a fenced-in tree,
sliding out of sight as you emerge
refreshed for a new moment of life,
finding the silver lining in the clouds that float
high above the rooftops that shelter us from
cold rain and violating eyes
and pigeon poop.
I shift from view, avoiding your eyes.
You look right through me – did you ever see me? I see
bright among the shadows cast by dust/vapor,
two nothings combined to form a monstrous substance
strong enough to blot out the sun. The clouds
move in the wind, shifting above and below as I trail behind
like breadcrumbs following you home.
You are my way out –
but you cannot see
me as I see you, watching a life without my
everything I gave to you; That you threw away,
so careless with my everything,
memories forgotten, unlike the missing Sun
whose rays peer forth between cracks in the vapor,
Reminding us that one way or the other,
things remain to be seen.
Inspired by the Daily Post.