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you see?

i don’t

think our

napkins

are folded

at the

same

table.

 

the why and the how,

the then this now,  north is south.

this compass broken

heat humidity

and i lick the sweat from your brow

humidity heat

she

hears

all his

b  i  g    w i d e   w o r d s.

she

hears

them,

takes them all in,

pares

them

back,

exposes

a

curiously

fine boned

font

beneath.

 

 

We kiss

like

we

always

do.

And I

always

need

to taste

you,

always

need

to bite

you,

you

your lip

your tongue

you.

always.

Taking

you

all

in.

I can’t

help

myself

anymore.

Always.

always

this kiss

always.

always.

always.

 

 

 

my

body

remembers

and

when I

think of you

there is

the keyed up

anticipation

of the

tightly strung

piano wire –

waiting

for the

hammer

to fall,

the

music

to

start

so i

walk

into

this

empty

white

corridor.

It

resounds

with

the emptiness

the squareness

the

multiplication

the

amplification,

the

recurring

emptiness

of

this

world

without

you.

the gu/ilt

framed

weight

of your

expectation –

it

crushes

the

butterfly

bright blue,

the

glint tint

of

these

already

battered

and

wind torn

wings.

I wake

at 6 am

eyelids

gut

hands

fluttering.

I remember

Now

that your

voice

sounded

as flat

and

Pinned

as the

gold framed

moths

i once

hung

on our

hallway wall.

Transitory as

a shadow,

the real you

and me

twists

and flips

and contorts,

Never stands still –

I wonder

could you

find us

on a map.

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