Stop
trying.
Abscond at long last;
you have already disappeared.

Her breath was
   poetically zoetic,
     so ethereal ~
        she could fly

Your love is like...

Helium

It changed the

Voice

Of my heart

and
you will know space
as an intelligent resource

so discovered
through the power
            of the pause



MChallis © 2015

Work gloves are for winter.
It's time to grow thick skin
In our palms;
Red drops on white wood

Are sure signs of summer.
Soon splinters reach no
Nerves, knees become insensitive
To gravel and roof tile roughness

As our bodies learn the annual
Lessons many hearts fail to
Learn in a
Lifetime.

My secrets are the size of
Planets. They smell of diesel
And magnolia, and
They fire at the inside of
My heart with nuclear arrows
The size of a toddler's
Intentions towards a
Crying mother, flowers in tiny
Hand and all.