My tongue flicks
Discovering and rediscovering
The new sensation
Of a missing tooth
Or a kernel of food
wedged in my gums
Or a bloody cheek
Bit ferociously while chewing.
In my same manor
My thoughts stroke
the idea of you,
Feeling for any new details
i may have missed
My first time
across your surface.
a mark, wrinkling
beneath your eye
a small tattoo
above your elbow
a delicate crease
where your head
meets your neck.
Subtleties of self
are everything to me.
you hold your cigarette
bent backwards between
thumb and middle finger
as if subconsciously,
you’re damning yourself.
You hold your elbows
When you cross your arms
As though you are afraid,
Should you relax your grip
The contents of your chest
Will spill out before you
Like a toppled canister
Of produce remnants,
Juicy, sloppy, and sopping
But you speak quietly,
like a discarded bag
of shredded documents.
Rustling with partial importance
I try to piece together
almost as though your words
hang beneath the weight
of your breath
as an afterthought
of your exhalation.
I watch you
with tactful insinuation
in deep rumination
I select the moments
That fit the narrative
until what I want
you to mean
is all I hear you say.
I L U like my dirty clothes
Love being forgotten
On my bedroom floor
I L U like chores love the
music that helps them
forget they're chores
I L U like dirty dishes
Love hot showers and
the other side of the sink
I L U like I love spilling
Salt, and warding off the evil
By tossing over my shoulder
I L U like I love
Breaking rules about
my own Superstition
I L U like black cats love
Bad luck, cause to them,
It's just Friday
I L U like the hot dog bun
Loves staring at the beef patty,
Wishing "if only, if only"
I L U like bread loves
Being forgotten till we're really hungry
And then we're all ungrateful, like
"Hey bread, you remember us?"
And bread is high above us, like
Not even a hint of scorn
I L U like the first time I saw
Jurassic Park, The dinosaurs
Were real enough for me,
Even sans chicken feathers
I L U like the weather loves
I L U like painful
surprise party memories love
being forgotten on my bedroom floor
I love you like Mayflies love living,
oh so briefly, once a day, every single day,
Chapter one to chapter none
I love you like mayflies love themselves,
brevity of life and all, stirred by nothing but
than the glow of Dawn's light,
Dead by dusk, the Mayfly never fully
completes metamorphosis, so it dies
in complete incompletion,
but that's okay.
It drank the salt ocean,
it breathed the living air,
And that's how I want to L U
You're like a bad hair day or rush hour traffic
You're like small talk from strangers or those really slow mall walkers
You're like a dead remote control or a flat tire on the way to work
You're like writer's block that goes on for months or a malicious tornado that destroys an entire town
He's like a sunny day with a warm breeze or a reading brand new book
He's like a fresh blanket right out of the dryer or blasting a favorite song with the windows down
He's like hot chocolate on a cold winters night or watching the perfect sunset
He's like the perfect hug or finding money in an old jean pocket
I am like a river. Sometimes unsteady but always flowing, always moving forward.
Because I like to think it's my turn to enjoy a beautiful sunset instead of getting slaughtered by a tornado.
Twinkling stars fall from the night sky
and gently descend to the earth-
Like a dew drop kissing a blade of grass,
the glittery white star nestles herself amongst the others-
The stars sugar coat the vast green space
and eliminate color from below.
Friendship when school ends is like the leaves of a tree:
Spring begins, trees filled with healthy green leaves,
As does friendships within the year.
Summer is the end.
You fill the leaves with hope,
You love these leaves,
You've always intended to keep contact,
But inevitably, Time does change.
And Autumn comes,
And these leaves that previously you had so dearly loved
Start to fade away.
You didn't intend on this,
You were so eager to keep in touch,
But people change, as do leaves.
The once vibrant green you had known and loved
Transform into an ugly unfamiliar brown,
As you desperately cling to these leaves,
Hoping for them to stay this beautiful green you once knew.
Soon you are just standing around these empty trees
That were once so familiar to you,
But now around you all these dead leaves.
Then it's Winter,
And these leaves slowly fade away
Behind blankets of white,
Never to be seen again.
And you just stand there, surrounded by nothingness.
Cold and alone.
like that breath of fresh air above the smog.
like that perfect pillow your neck needs at night.
like that last Sudoku box to fill.
like two opposite poles of a magnet held together.
like a child discovering the magic of candy.
like the computing powers hidden in your head.
like that mythical beast you find after giving up looking for.
like an avalanche disturbing a still Alpine noon.
with the nurturing touch of a gardener.
like the song you can't get out of your head.
like the flame burning bright amidst the grey.
like the hope of a better way.