Basement:
Temples riddled sick, the world seems small
In this room
Air thick and mischievous
Walls slick, closing in
A closet light in the dark
You take me in your arms and
We practice stable breath
Your chest a flower bed of roses
This was love--
Beach:
I slide down and down
Lapping waves envelope lungs
Gasping salty, green
Steady as you root into soil
Stronghold hands on my waist
Lifting me from oblivion, meanwhile
I latch on as vine and watch the world spin
You’ve saved me again--
Summer:
Love pads on
Easy as rain on a metal roof and
I am glossy-eyed, laying in your bed of roses
In a stuffy room in New York
The lights have gone out
Wind rushing overhead
The bustle weaves by outside yet
Time is still here
I am home--
--
c
A poem about my love & partner of about 8 months. We are long distance so our moments together are spare, yet each time I am slipping I feel he saves me from myself. A great lover and friend