Snowflakes fall-
tiny, dancing razorblades,
to welcome me to Tuesday.

Walking hand in hand,
we made the streetlights go out.

the darkness always gave us
permission to abandon composure.
never a clue to what time it was,
like animals or teenagers. the street lights
encased us in amber and we
weren't real anymore.
we were projected on screen, above a
vault of plush seats.

I can remember your commanding voice, you said my name
with an emphatic period at the end

skipping ahead of you I was a kamikaze suggestion,
giggling in haphazard exclamation points

you caught up to me and
full of fire, you stopped me and whispered
softly, contrasting your demands with your
hand on the river of my spine.
"be quiet" you said and folded me
like origami, all I could see was the warm concrete
near my nose and your legs behind mine.

everything into me, with each push
and a comma of a gasp, taking
all of me with you and into you.
there in the middle of the street, I got lost
somewhere around midnight.

Recited like truths
meticulously
with attention to detail
perfect intonation
like hymn verses
or poems
but unlike poems
everyone tells them
remembers them
those little designer lies

their creators are worshipped
with gatherings
massive donations
and prayer
No one questions
words so beautiful
so masterfully penned
they must be true
they have to be
we wish...

Sometimes he speaks softly
his forked tongue caressing
my being
the inside of my soul
sometimes his lies offer comfort
encouragement and passion
when reality beckons
but not for the merciless truth

Sometimes I invite him
I let his presence linger
in a corner of my soul
Sometimes I let him enter
take residence in my dream
And sometimes I pray
that I won't wake up

your plans of escape
YOLO, I know, but please, NO!!!
please! do not go there

You reached for my hand
and I bowed my head
it'd take too much energy to touch you
and although we are both forsaken
I'd rather face cold rejection
Then stand beside you
You're merely a reminder
of the constant abrupt change derailing my life
and yes I work out of spite and harbor resentment
more than the next crossed lass I'm guessing
I just cant give in to a lie
a trick
and happiness isn't built upon shame and illness
So when I caught cupid pinching my ***
you best believe my hoof gave him quite the blast
never say never?
...never with you