You tell me to slow down
The playground of my childhood's gone rusty
Don't play so hard!
As I burn my thighs on sunburnt metal slides
That make my hair stand on end
I fingertip touch your lips
Arching sizzle between your flesh and mine
I tell you not to think so hard
The fastidious cogs of your aging brain weazing
Be spontaneous!
As you sit steadfast watching me
Swinging so high I touch the trees
Wishing they were stars
And that your toes painted the sky next to mine

You sit quietly
With fidgeting hands
Lacing fingers into your own
That you wish were hers
Gravity from the black hole
That is the mid-west pulls you further
Into her stunning rings of brown eyes
Strawberry tipped, Large ******* and a mouth that could **** start a Harley
A pen in hand you doodle
Glancing up at a clock that should be melting
Going as slow as tree sap on a January morning
You wonder of she is careless or careful
Does she laugh that loud in person
Or only when she  occupies that space around her that glows

She walked through the window
Stumbling and reeling
I called out to her hollow
Have a care for the ceiling!
She turned bleary eyes
Smiling crookedly at me
Her face one of several
At the same time three
Amber liquid in a crystal glass
Sloshing over the brim
The newly mopped floor
Whispered sternly and grim
We are only watchers here
Sitting silent and long
As rocks often do
Listening  to a  stream's running  song

I crawled myself home
Soaking wet through the trees
After standing for hours outside of your window
Hoping for a peak
Into your warm light insides

I thought about that summer night

When you told me to open up my eyes
Turn skyward my hands of light
Paint the stars across it's silky midnight blue
You said it changes when I touch it
Soft at first then sweeping strokes
I never forgot the hitch in your voice
As you watched me work
We talked til bright rays touched us at morning

I grew cold as I waited
The night settling into my bones

You never came home

I wonder if she is special
Special like you said I was
Hauling my bruises and heartache onto the porch
Tears mingle with rain as I cry myself to sleep
Against my door frame
Hearing your voice whisper through the trees
*Open your eyes. Paint with light.