Rhythm

layed you on my breast
eternally pressed on my shoulder now
the days turn to longer days
the micromoments of me and you

the rocks; you rocked me
you expected me to be there, so i was
and we will never be so entwined again

your hands are bigger now
reach for more than before
imprints of us locked inside my jaw

you could cut someone with your eyes
you sliced me in half
i was looking up at the white ceiling
motionless; why did i want to do this again

rewind
splash on the floor
you dancing as you do
rhythmic and hard

you weren’t even crying
i wasn’t either
it wasn’t our romance yet

you would take and i would give
it felt endless, but there was a beginning
there was an end; there always is
now, you breathe the life into my throat

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Something That You Lost

holding onto something that you lost
i lost it too; i help you look
skimming above and beneath
above and beneath

we are just professional bicyclists
and the wheels blew off

riding on the pegs
time lapse
time lapses
time warps

holding onto something that you lost
i lost it too; i help you look
skimming above and beneath
above and beneath

stomping out every blacktop dream
all the toys are still in the box
all your toys are still in the box
why the fuck are you trapped in a box

domed skies; fireflies
so we climb to the tallest point in town
it overlooks the same town that it’s always been
i look to you and you to me, but we see different things

different things

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Red Monarchs

monarchs sleeping just below the shag carpeting
spurts of red emerge occasionally
wings outstretched like two blades
as we sit around on the memories fading

we were shaky; wanting to play it cool
there is nothing you could say to scare me
well there is one thing, you replied as we peered off the fourth story grated floor

just then, the fattest butterfly swished up from behind the baseboard
enamored by the sight; it provoked uninhibited exchanges
the carpet blows up and they all come flushing out

ribbons of red dust stream between us
so we latch on; walk them like a tightrope
no grip; it is effortless

i reach for the knobs; attempt to turn them down, but the flames already tower above us
every brass kettle and pot bubbling, immersed
bursting the cocoons open with our bare hands
you know i am scared of heights; but we dance on the catwalk anyway

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Icy Beauty

i’m drifting on a swooping patch of fluff in the cabin of a hot air balloon
fumes catching to the wind in their trail, catching to me; so i jump
gliding down to earth’s rusty terrain with my parasol in hand, and my debt in the other

Icy Beauty

i’m drifting on a swooping patch of fluff in the cabin of a hot air balloon
fumes catching to the wind in their trail, catching to me; so i jump
gliding down to earth’s rusty terrain with my parasol in hand, and my debt in the other

tip toeing as not to split the thin glaze beneath the arch of my foot
every creek and corner shattering my insides, scooping their seeds onto a plate for all to see; so i carefully slough them to the end of tomorrow’s table

my toes point as i plié through marshlands
concentrating on getting every move right
squatting and covering for the night in a deep bog
need to stop, but must keep going

trudging away in a buttery jam
everything around me sticking to my legs
the mud forms a permanent home in my soul
think I’m moving forward but we are just walking in circles

stomping on nature’s icy beauty
remiss to the bear trap’s; i know where they are now
unabashedly audacious in my tall winter boots

crumbly bite of wind on my face; i forge ahead in fearless fashion
my eyes eating anyone in my path; my hands absolving the past reckage
storm warnings ahead, but i firmly stomp on

the sky ruptures in two and her tears bathe the mountains
goosebumps form all over as the tantrum embraces my skin
they tell me to hold on, but i let go as i float down her brooks
an ethereal sense absorbs me as i dive into an unruffled cove
my parasol seems to appear as if it never left; it was waiting for me here all this time

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