Put a bottle opener
on my key chain today.

A **** poor
puddle of greed,
wouldn't it be
terrible
to have fifteen
people,
exactly like you,
all in the same room?

Your perfume,
a concept
rather than
a fragrance,
I must
accept
the difference
between
being upset
and let down.

There was a bible,
its' pages fluttering on a freeway.

I want to come over to snuggle
We can wrap ourselves up in your cloud bed and talk about the cracks and the beauties of the world
But I forget that you’re an ocean and an orchard full of lemon trees away from me now
And it’ll take too long for me to cross over to find you in the branches
I hope
This isn’t me starting to lose you

Memories like little leaves are falling as our mango tree shakes,
Drifting down in little piles on the lawn, they accumulate between us
Let’s rake them up & save them
Be it in a letter or message inscribed in digital ink
Lets rake up the leaves and save them, before they float away!

You like to tuck things behind your ear and wear bright colors
I used to tuck myself behind your shadow and camouflage
But once we dressed up like gypsy goddesses and walked down 24th street and you taught me its okay to be noticed

I saw a leaf falling
from it's tree so I ran
to catch it.

But in my haste,
I ran
past it.

At first it was bare and ripe for the picking -
my chest was pulsating under your weight you
stripped my heart like an exotic dancer would:
all eyes and no hands.

After the initial grasp, the puff puff pass and the
smiles exchanged between our legsarmslimbs and the
time it took to be rid of the excess skin crowding us in,
we breathed in sweet, sweet fumes of spring and said
things kept in our mouths, light like ecstasy but
heavier than the average promise.

But the hours it took to argue the hunger away made our
heads ache and eventually our jaws could clench no longer,
our eyes could see no more of each other - just smoke and
******* clouding our way - it was lost,
whatever it was, it

was lost.