in the centre of what is supposed to be good, Dreams speak my truth.
little blood speckles from mozzie bites in the sapphire evening, and you
listening and loving. (forgiving) Both caught up in the quiet, fire
pouring from your throat, smoke teases up
spelling burnt hope into the tile roof.
– oh, you. Still friend. Still real. Still here.
I don’t need a dream this time.
there is no wasted time
we can’t stop learning, especially in relationships
I will no longer mourn us.
I will stop racing and face the failure.
being honest is really best,
but you can never count that The Rest
are saying what they mean
(it will never leave when you find the first lies.)
you cannot recover.
I am wrecked
and a group photo says it all
there is a gap
where i might have been (good), indecipherable
and jagged, the word “family”
burns guilty, ashamed, and oh so always
we’ll look back on this and say
it was apparent from the beginning, reframing perspective
but believe me I
know nothing of myself.
Bitterly afraid of choice,
we laugh at nonchalance –
always that sweet sorrow:
is this the last time? will I lose you
by accident, you slip away into a snowbank,
fall back, eyes glazed, swiftly buried
and I forget again
not because I don’t love you,
but because I cannot hold this hurt.
Last night, I sat on the edge
of the river and yelled out into the blackness
admitting the truth, clinging to the ground before I fell
headlong into the black-encased stars.
You held me down with a hand. We talked of
broken wrists and cold mists. As
always, the rushing of water calmed and with it
flowed away the things that were wrapped around my eyes –
I saw the treetops silhouetted, chilled fingers losing flesh-leaves
as I fear the skeletal, I hope
you will not let me hide when the winter comes.
How do you explain to someone that you are in love with everything they do?
Maybe it is just because I am lonely most days,
but I would love to bask in the shadow of your hair.
I’m trading love, not lust, just a taste
of your heart has me hooked. You’re my hero
In my little, mostly empty room of a world.
Come see the pictures I have on the walls.
here, time melts, unfrozen
and runs down to bathe us in wild sweat and tears
work, we are finally moving
getting things done worth doing, breathing
in the heartbeat of a second’s time won
over our own loves,
I can just be a person and not think why.
difficult to explain – let’s just say that I am finally sleeping deep
in home’s arms.
no one is complaining about homework or food
because a fifteen year old girl died yesterday
and we are fighting for the moment,
winning some small part of glory for now
before we follow her.
I love that I can
kick up my heels when I hug you
because I know you will catch all of me
and swing me close to your heart.
thank you for being you.
you are the last one left that i can look straight in the eyes and just talk to
you bring out words i need to say
you hear things and see things in me that are really there, that are good
you have seen me for years
and understand when i need to have my fingers stirred in shape and color
i do not have to explain
we are just talking.