i ask for this dance; your hand in mine the curve of my palm at curve of your waist we won't waste the song either my own or one that is slow- slow enough so our steps sync with our beat it is unique our beat drums come the night stay; in our arms we… Continue reading my favorite ode
Tag: Connection
where did you come from
the golden x on the map was your address across unnamed land a festival featuring a panda as a king around the parade featuring that same panda i'll bring you flowers and a stuffed bear yes, the panda from the festival and will come back for cotton candy
piccolo pete released in a church
patience was a gift; gift from a screaming child with a torch burning down the rafters- as the smoke fills this locked shrine my sense of justice leaves my eyes the stained glass melts through my palms the child hands me the torch vanishes into the black of the night like a piccolo pete
lavender
it's what home smells like the aroma carries my clothes in my place like a soft hand across my cheek floating- a memory shaped in a circle never-ending a reminder that you were here, but when the scent fades i crave you a little taste to carry me for the week and the next to… Continue reading lavender
two times
i want it more than you so keep my name out of your mouth i don't have the ego for this era and it's on the low you can read my name from your couch you'll go to the internet and vouch that your time was stolen that i never punched out this wasn't your… Continue reading two times
thirty and counting
i worry that i've wrote it before said it before and the words lose meaning like white out to a dictionary i mutter white noise it's not that this was my goal or i over say these words i don't want you to question or forget i don't believe in ten seconds you'll forget it's… Continue reading thirty and counting
sitting on a borrowed porch
on a porch not my porch, a quiet family owns this porch they go away on the weekends i like to imagine they have a country house so their kids can play- i feel apart of it when i sit here the tire swing star-gazing past our bedtime never going to sleep cold, on the… Continue reading sitting on a borrowed porch
between sunset and a canoe
i don't believe it was a dream that brought me into your life it wasn't a boat dancing in rose petals it was the warmth of your two arms reminding me that it'll be okay that this job isn't going to be the end a rose petal boat ride didn't bring me here but i'll… Continue reading between sunset and a canoe
garbage man with an emerald necklace
a palace in comparison; in comparison to the dump where i find myself foraging for berries and a necklace a necklace to present you: i see it in my dreams, it is beautiful a single gem the color of a lawn that exist longer then one summer and i want to put it around your… Continue reading garbage man with an emerald necklace
hunting the bottom of the pit
i am not a seer a witch or a god but i knew i'd be here falling; falling through the depth with arms outreached trying to grab onto anything anything more than the absence of screams of help falling; for you is nothing less than colorful like a rainbow slide with a green hat at… Continue reading hunting the bottom of the pit
Saint's Muse 