The world sways its dress layers and spins it’s frill
it rushes its lakeful current
and sprays shuffle side tilt.
something steady under it all.
You are the soulstice to my ever glowing nature. The soulutions I find in my everyday.
Your soulfullness resonates in my bones, that warm laundrified fuzzy blanket against bone skin.
How soulganic we are in our soulitude. You soulidify so much purpose in my being, that soulving kind of souldier, dedicated not to beat the problems, but to make them understood.
The absoulute of my breath, the consoulable feature of all teddy bear grub.
My resoulationial feats when I get stuck in mind mud. I’d stay in isoulation with you, fuel ourselves with our gasouline and live in the factual heat. That all of this means
you are my soul mate.
Sweat against my cheek I can only see from Monday mornings’ light
I am calm and found right now.
I dreamed last night
and not caring to shake it loose now, I just sit with it.
Inside that dream I would like to be
but inside this life
my tools and I
can make that dream
Your being is closer, the sapphire fragrance of your inner child stands tall among the adult reeds. And my hands dribble through the adequate possibility, catching the stickiness of the long stems between my fingers.
Making sense of today, the future.
What a wild we are.
my heart parts all wisdom whacked.
how in this world
are we supposed to be apart?
how in any other
are we not to survive ?
I pocket brandy and scotch in stained glass vials. So breakable they’ll make my pockets drunk.
I’m volatile sugar.
I’m oatmeal in the sand.
You call for me at any night time hurricane,
I’ll be there to slow the spin
I want to make it right.
Will you let me ?
Will you think the same right as me?
Or will I be left dumbfounded.
The way you like it like this,
but can’t say the words.
The way it’ll throw you off course
You Tell me that at Least.
while your back against the plaid
that you gave me
How many years ago now?
Time trickles through the system
and we absorb and believe
that One Day,
we will tell it truly,
How we Like it.
And the Course,
will forever be Changed.
War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.
It is okay to ask for quiet time.
If you need to recharge, regroup, reassess.
It’s okay to let me know.
To be respectful and mindful to the feelings that come with being human.
Knowing what kind of action or non-action will sadden or frustrate one another.
Let us be soft. So that we get the most out of each other.
Teach each other it’s okay to be vulnerable to express our needs or desires; that we won’t run if we tell or get told.
It’s okay to request things. It’s okay to need things from me.
A certain way to love, to listen, to communicate.
It is okay.