Time has felt
like wandering
in soft colored
lips.

It was cold last
we watched
water break on
sand.

Skipping the
days lesson
wasn't important
kissing you was.

In some parts of your amiable self deprivation,
you find my interpretation of us.

Take a couple of drinks
make sure they count
and enamor yourself with the thought of freedom

trust me you'll be fine
and ill miss work
and sleep more than id like

remember the sleep
and feverish talk of a future memory

make sure you catch your breath when you're done
my ties to your happiness were eager and sincere.

I hope you know
I hope you noticed
and I hope you don't fall apart
like the fluid motion of bones against pavement.

I
hope you keep it close to you,
that your thoughts are kept and your memories are safe there,
that one look, months from now, will bring you back to the cold and the laughter and the shared intimacy.

Grace, imagine if i could keep you there.

That was the plan
i hope you stuck to it.

A mining town is the opposite of what we are.
We are sunshine and fake laughter
and fake fun
and sun and rain
But we hold true to the fact that we love a good joke.
We love a good relationship.
A good drink at a decent bar.

What I like is a nice kiss.
One that last more than 5 seconds.
That type often means a lot.
or it means nothing at all.

I like that 6 year trial run.
I like when it burned.
I like how the pictures burned with it.
I feel so much about it.
What do you feel?

Do you feel that this town could be taught to mine?
Do you feel we could mine and mine deep  enough to find what was buried deep under?
Is it worth a further catastrophe?
Would it be worth the walls crumbling and you and I would be captured in what was?
What felt like a longer than usual kiss?
The kind that I like,
the kind that once meant something?