I try to enjoy the wind as it reaches me here in the open window’d car.
I hear the leaves talk too.
It brings me you
and the absence settles.
This brings me only memories and reminders that have impacted me enough,
to be able to come to me this way.
I try to enjoy it
but I only wish you were here
and that the breeze was not.
Your clock turns my times into believable spells of intuition. The way your time collapses onto my shoulder every few months doesn’t confuse me anymore. Your hands are moved by love, your seconds spew bullets of man made hope and the days you long for are the ones that would tick to the beat of my belly. But oh great one; the forever of your time can’t be connected with mine because your fear of our past is the Wall of Prevention.
When she believed in the water
she knew she could float.
When she understood rain
she found a red coat.
When she stumbled on stones
she turned a few over
When she drank it away
she finally got sober.
Candles broke the darkness,
in a wavering blend of ocean strings,
playing for the pale blue wall
the motion all for hopeful king.
The light unleashed the power
in a concert of eyesight sound,
the slow and tender features
came swift in rubber crown.
Wax of inherited warmth
now hardening in trend,
the symphony now slowing;
crownless king to dance again.
With royalty and stillness
the room is brought to flame,
the heat enough to boil love
inside where life shall reign.
We catch colds and planes and ways to blame,
we catch glances and our breath, we catch wind of what comes next.
We catch ourselves being much too invasive, we catch ourselves between rocks and hard places.
We catch waves and rays of sun, we catch snowflakes on our tongues.
We catch each other in lies,we catch each others eyes,
we catch each others drift and we catch each other lifts.
We get caught off guard, get caught on camera and caught up with the motion of the earth,
we catch ourselves belittling our own sense of worth.
We catch up on our paperwork, we catch up with our friends, we catch the last 12 minutes of a game that’s going to end.
Our world catches fire, our hearts do too,
after all we’re all quite the catch, and that’s the damn truth.
When you bite your tongue
a heart corner of mine
flutters upwards.
I need you to speak your insides.
All the minutes
of any second.
Even if scary and dark,
even if you know it will hurt me.
When your tongue is bitten
you only ever stay where your words are.
Inside.
I need you outside-
to see and hear and feel your insides
on the outside.
Then you’ll know that
your whole being
is being loved.
And not just your representative.
