I found a
Wide eyed
Smiling
weeping heart
Treading
With rough toes grazing soft sand
But never quite
Grounding

We pull over when we feel the wheels shake and limbs breaking.

We search shelter when the bell clings and clinging
I want your treading heart to echo mine
Like whales
And realize that maybe it was never the shore that they needed
but a soul to swim beside
To share a secret language in the sea
Where the only worry is the trash we have kept in our stomachs.

But what made the snake grow fins?
The bible or the need?

The bark:
It found me walking your street at night
Worried to find my way home
Along a crooked patch of tall grass fogging
10 claws behind a white picket fence
Melting slowly through memory
charged with broken tradition
and heated "what ifs"
As if sooner or later it knew that if it held loud enough
The boundaries would topple
and the marvel of a delicious body
Devoured
Could settle the accounts of dispute
As two cups clink together
In a cloud of insecurities
And lapping tongues.

It's so easy to hold either white or black when I wake to find you sleeping.
It's the feather fear
Like standing bliss at Cliffside
Like a battle heavy purpose.
I don't want to find myself screaming in the dark water, watching your creases ripple in the light.

A pain of horses red
I've only smoked half of it
I carry a candle upwards
Flicker and deposit
The moon, the speech, the judgement
Instead of what I should have said.

like a clasp
Like a secret locket
That i only wear when dreaming.
The syllables never make it seem right to make them sound

I'm afraid the mountains aren't high enough to echo my devotion, because they ground their voices out.

A pain of horses red
I've only smoked half of it
I carry a candle upwards
Flicker and deposit
The moon, the speech, the judgement
Instead of what I should have said.

like a clasp
Like a secret locket
That i only wear when dreaming.
The syllables never make it seem right to make them sound

I'm afraid the mountains aren't high enough to echo my devotion, because they ground their voices out.

She, a song in the doorway we used to know.
I left the right phrases out.

I miss a "goodbye" that hasn't happened yet.

I stare through the glass of two doorways, still on the outside,  I'll pass through soon, I just hope the air inside doesn't **** our plants; The ones I watered with the rain from your hillside.

I feel the sky start taking me under again.

I remember, in this corner, what I'll forget tomorrow.

"Okay," I'll sing soon, "I'm ready to go."

Lightheaded
I always thought I was alone
but it was we.
I left a mess out there
That they masked with perfume and hazel
Where they ran stiff with doubt and I don't go there anymore.

Cracked hands mark the
aching
I ran through you without sense.

You came up on me like a bomb
And shelled I did become
Because my soul meets yours somewhere above us
And wishes to be popped