Aqua

Water-bearer
you did, you actually brought me water
you hand delivered
all 20 oceans of it
to my back yard pond
politely! without breaking a sweat
you shocked even me
when you shouted and the room jumped
and jovial, wild winks
huh?
you came before me?
I know. I forgot how the winds wane
and H20 is made up of so much oxygen
why did I ever think I'd drown?
I breathe in bubbles
and you were right,
I swim in the clouds.

caffeine cool

ringing my hearts hands out
easy, allowing the stillness
of its beating beauty
and simple silence,
ever effortful

yet through you, in this
i find it
when my frozen frap's condensational
comfort, melts beside your manic
laugh and you remind so effortlessly
that
freedom feels like me.

mirrorball

twinkling like a candle flame
dancing in the dark
your ability to light a room
shocks me
an electric-blue backlight of
neon knowing
strobe smiles,
my mirrorball

law of distraction

like draws like
same draws same
i guess that makes
unlike draw unwell-water
from the despair drain, too
my hunger for famine,
my love for you?

I wonder...

I found this today
a message that quietly came my way
to softly sit, and sadly say:

Something is most appealing if it is most forbidden, disapproved, condemned, or unattainable.
If we could have whatever we wanted, there would be no fantasy. Would that be any fun?

I don't know.
we were over before
we begun.

spell

i hear you.
and wherever you are,
you hear me
i know you hear me
and you don't want to
but you do.
deliver me paper cut envelopes of gone guilt
my name misspelled I before U
but you put U before me
dotted and slashed my T
eclipses darkened the door
where you left the boy,
what about the girls?
dog whispers and cat calls
wolves wait for no one
you devour the darkness
skulking skull
no longer any eyes to even see
but i hear you.
moving in the sand.
choosing the ending.
rewriting the story.
ill close my eyes.
the sand is strong, and its time
to sleep.

aloe

sculpting
a nest or wall
warm clay
cold shoulder
conditional hugs
i putter, potter
shape me
we had no vessel
we were falsely framed
and barely formed
we were in the making
and it got muddied
but not from salt,
or sex
you deserved the desert
and its dry there. you drove off
cut with a cactus,
aloe then goodbye
healing halted
arid arrivals
your wheel no longer natures
cycles for one

takes two

duo directions
tandom trails
there were options
we could have gone
the back pedals hit me
and i look behind, i still do
and my ice cream drops
it takes two
you let me cycle solo
there was a northern exit
before it went south
you let me sit solitary
why not wait
like i did,
shins bruised, from slipping
cracks covered
instead of asking me to
walk without

turning saltwater into fine wine

i never hurt you
i never tried to
and we could have eaten ice cream this fall.

you always listened
you always heard?
and we never slung snowballs in summer.

and
we should have done what
we could
to patch the spring we leaked last winter.

and we could be here, seasonal still.