Make my way to you
Just like you told me to do
Couple eggs near a morn lit pack
Of crinkled Reds cigarettes
Smells like rose perfume
Tastes of ash and I'm unabashed
With how much I'm letting myself
We go out into
Like we knew we would
Like we were born
See that fellow long hair wide chest
Faux pride of a king who has lost their castle.
"You two look like love but, do you feel it?"
I look at your tanned shoulder,
That twinkle of mischief that permeates
River ways and seagull calls.
"I feel as she feels so, I guess you'd have to ask her."
The fellow turns to you, imitating shyness; inside
I know you are a comet hurtling
Towards whatever direction - void of gravity or the universe's wishes - you please.
Oh, you please, you please.
"Aye," you say squinting your cue ball eye shut like a pirate. "Love be tangible ar' is not. Love invisible like the ghosts that light the stars yet, we let them guide us. Love is love until it isn't so."
The fellow and I lost breath from shock epiphany
Feel your body, I swear I heard my body say,
Feel that beating heart of yours that is not yours but,
Hers Hers Hers.
To give yourself away to such a being
Is but of the same duality.
"I..." the fellow stammered, "I must be going."
The fellow stumbled off, struck by the lightning of your words.
"To where?" You called out playfully.
After another stumble, the fellow stopped and said over his shoulder,
"To see about a grave I haven't visited in a long time."
A firework, magenta mad with streaks of panicked periwinkle, streaked across the Mississippi river. The void of gray smoke that trailed behind this sudden rainbow cornucopia twirled in a phantom wind. I was about to say to you it felt like somebody was waving to us from above but, you were watching the fellow. A tear rolled down your cheek and I did not catch it or try to take it away because it was yours like everything else was and is in this world. Including me.