Haiku for October 28th

playing hopscotch with
infinity; beat you.
in our future, win.

Listen too hard

I'm afraid
you have me all misconstrued
because you're the only person I know,
who challenges how much I know about myself
maybe you listen to hard
or maybe no one else is listening at all
but the only reason you know anything of substance
is not because i told you
but because you could hear
me calling
from even, so far away.

Like...

getting used to space
yet memory of your chest still
like christmas morning.

For He

miss only time spent
bundled in darkness surround
with brush of elbows
we are similar
graded cheese only the good
parts of which we eat.

forgive me but your
spiky subtle fresh feeling
play infinity
all along my eye
windshield wipers blinking mad
of me, you; inside.

be your to my good

"And everyone who leaves is everyone who leaves all over again. This is for you, angel."

behind your shadow
falling between cracks and deep
narrow destiny

your name uttered on
space between bump and tongue me
speak you with no sound

Navigate times I
yet to come is yet to come
alone; fold my wings

cheeking soft subtle
cusp luxurious fleshy
lip remember me

untouched inhibits
of milling around topics
miss the way your smile

manifested in
upward curve placed gently eye
squint with laugh; of you.

so much in dark

so much in darkness
muddle under and around
breeze root dusk inhale

behind lids dancing
his smile across the belly
absence never felt

now gone crumble feel
can barely remember what
the sound your eyes make

prose: ing.

could have just stopped
listening,
starting to utter
mumble
become
new tones and dialect
tension creates space
for all the words we will never say
ruminating
back flipping
salsa dancing
pull pounding
beat breaking
Im laughing
slapping together
by total accident
(thats what the words we will never say, do)

When I met you
sipping nationalities furrowing
steam between nose and lip
the feel of heat on interior, pas d' fumer
the crooked cocky took me on a journey
behind every exposed brick
cultivated yet uncreated
philosophical yet prying
personalities seemed opposite and reverse

could have just stopped listening
but,
I took your palm
to my heart to let you play the beat
moving me towards arenas and away from shadows
i wanted to perform you all across
stitch laughter of ours
on my eyelids and let it play
on repeat
wanted our beat to be one
but just from sunday nights to thursday mornings.

I probably made things to easy
manipulated time so that it stood while i was waiting on second
doses
your charm wore off before I was ready to be naked

should have stopped listening
before you began speaking
in tongues.