It's sort of funny how two souls can intertwine,
how they can greet each other upon the edge of loneliness
with kisses and longing,
and how they can promise to never jump over the edge,
how it is not the someone, but the something between the two that keeps them grounded,

And this force, this unknown attraction, can carry them through the night until the sun says hello,
or guide them through the day until the moon tells them it is time to be one again.

But,

tell me.....
what kept us stuck there in that space for so long?
we knew it was not love, I suppose it was the longing,
but all I know is that we both kept the promise,
we never jumped,
I never did,
but yet here I am, in this pit of despair because you pushed me.

I suppose there is no force strong enough, that can keep two people together,
oh silly me,
how could I have forgotten that nothing lasts forever?

The darkest hours of the night,
is where the devil inside of me
comes out to play,
so I suppose
there are really no words to describe or say,
what it means to me,
that you turned darkness into light..
how you turned my devil into an angel, even if it was only for a night.

Loving someone
who is broken
is like being attracted to shiny shards
touching it will make you bleed
holding it close may hurt
but to those who have true intentions
even small pieces can come with a bright luster
that even broken glass
can shine light into this world.

I had been dreaming
about eating bruised peaches
that grew from a tree
by the river, its water
thick and sweet as sap.

I thought I saw an old woman
shaking her dustmop,
but it was only the moon
and stardust in the dark
that never stops.

In the fields
there was something barren
like a journey
and echoes of salt
sprinkling on a table
with food laid out for a wake.

The fog from the dream
by the river was smothering;
I was suffocating lying there
where it is said a young mother
once walked into the water
with the pockets of her dress
stuffed full of smooth rocks.

I woke when I heard
shouting that tore out the light
as night came flying by
like a bird dressed for a feast
wearing his finest black feathers.

Blue
Ink

Blushes
From

A
Nib

Which

Spit
Spots

And

Gallops
Away

Snapping
Rulers

Measuring
Thirteen

Measuring
Three

Snap
Your
Ruler

Dark boy