Pulled we
Were,

This way
And
Maybe that.

Here was
My hand,
A totem
Of your perceived
Perfection.

I always hated my nails
But,
You loved them,
Painted them,
Said they were shaped
Like your favorite cycle of the moon.

At noon
We made lemonade
With grenades
Of *****

To celebrate...

What?

To celebrate.

Look me in the eye.

We can
As you and I and we,
Celebrate,

Exempt from past, present, and future.

The moment allows it.
Will we?

We will.

Words alleviate
Pursue
Haunt and guide.

They are tangible and
Intangible.

I speak
But you do not see.

You feel.

Words are our souls symphony.
Words are our minds malfeasance.
Words are our bodies mortality
Bending at no other will but
Our own resistance to resistance.

Feel the wall
To see the wall

Our words
Are our

Jackhammers.

Make believe with me
Neath’ the broken glass sky
Tangerine sanguine wish lists
Conjured from cracked concretes
Day dream and miss managed love notes

Make believe with me
Atop two buck Chuck rivers
Surrounded by
Amorphous mountain ranges
Sniff snail trails believed to exist
Only in the blink
Of small, affable children
Whose minds never bend,
Even after their death

Make believe with me
Tangled in torment
Amidst the telling dunes of no time
Oasis’s of rolling oatmeal and
Blind falcons that desire no forearm
Flying only to fly to survive for
Survival, as belief, as love,
Is one of few true desires.

Make believe with me
In the spaces of no space
Where the absence of self
Is nirvana
Where every sense is no sense
And I is you and you we
And nobody

Meet me there
And
Make believe

Let’s dance with eternity