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.

Shutter.

I'm whole and uncovered
bare left broken and
goose bumped
I can only talk to myself for so long
before it
just sounds like
your silence.

Sell me something

I should have gone to the yard sale
for an etch a sketch lay blank and waiting
for the touch of my veins along its mercury magnetic lines

simple it lay
white knobs magnificent eroding into childhood torment represented re-routed and retold story by story through
this yard sale, I should have gone to.
The etch a sketch, bright red and vintage
stole away from grey stripped lines barely made and shaken away to cultivate childhoods not yet uncovered. The etch a sketch sketches your scent all along my insides, in between blood vessels and bone I find mercury remnants, little pieces of etch left over from that time at the yard sale, when everyone was there but me.

Im drawing
Im etching a symbol all along the surface of your insides, incrusting my nature all along and beneath the distance between your idea of me and a time machine. (They sold a time machine etch a sketch at the yard sale)
You shipped it away, the idea that this invention has created a space for our us to envelop all others
You can't take it. So I drew it, I drew it all along in metal metallic poison all the things that could have been between our red and blue veins underneath skin and tissue lays an etch a sketch
you mailed it to me

i could have got it all alone,
If I'd only been to the yard sale.

G'night

I just thought this. had to put it in the ether.

Time will tell, but I might tell you before. 

That is all. 

Viewing

Ahem. Excuse me
Are you?
You just, you look like the person who rearranged everything in my brain
I stumble upon memories of you we haven't even experienced yet
I think I like you.
In a, "I wish you'd be my main squeeze from Sunday Morning to Wednesday Evening
and we can play all sorts of board games and talk all night long on the phone" way

Today,
I want you to be the person I wake up when I have trouble sleeping
and you can whisper me oblong shapes to stumble to sleep in, and I'll wake you up at 7 45 each morning, you groggy and tired will wonder why on earth I wake up that early, and I still don't know.

Tomorrow,
Can we lay in a dry bathtub together, uncomfortable but learning
we can layer it pad by pad with all our insecurities and hopes, prayers and longings, uncovering each tile in the wall to discover something new about the way we fit together.

Ahem, Excuse me, I just wanted to let you know, I like the way you make my thought process
go back back forth forth between you and you with me
you mean to me like, a branch on the street waiting to make its way into my sea green glasses
posted forever on the walls of my soul and a memory always of what nature creates
a constant representation of who i hope we can be together
so yes
it is nice to see you, adorable.
Ill be back later 

Day after tomorrow
I'm (not) sorry,
just to have to tell you, I knew from the moment I met you I'd have to change the space between my neck and chest to fit the feeling I get around you in there.

I'm just sharing secrets.

Twilight

have you ever thought
you'd play tag with the moon one evening and
get away so easily?