Wrestle for a moment
Hold your breath
Visit the new place
Okay
Yeah
We have to go back sometimes
Goo Goo Dolls hum verses
Slide
We look dead
Dead in the eyes,
long and strange
eye contact that perpetuates the quiver
I know life is in the pupils but the blacks seem grey and the lull of the lips is subtle
She hesitates
You can look at someone with such specificity that words are fragile and empty
Lean in
See the pain in the curve
A wanting
A numb quiet pulse
A rush of scent
It's burning
You're burning
She's a fire in your throat
A thirst
A few good days
A few
Is it real?
Is this real.
Warmth in the embrace
A breath on the neck
Plight of the song bird in the early morning light through a screen door
A storm memory
Rain on impulse
And she speaks
Smiles even
But trust is
fleeting, falling, failing, falsifying
Quiver
Rib cage shutters
Shut the door
Her voice is soft and delicate
Filled with syllables of fear
I am not a solution
Or the freedom
I am the heart
Complicated
And strange
Wild and filled with the wonder of heartache and pain
We wrestle
You wrestle
Gold
Hold
Hold your breath