Aug 2022
Small movements lift white sheer curtains,
As I sit at kitchen tables in silence,
Rain touches the window like a morning kiss,
Pulling me from a dream, or a seance by a string.
The breeze navigates the house like a breath or a flood:
Silk falling from silk,
Words falling from bridges,
This air is a pleasant dream.
Choose what is real or not,
Resurrect lingering memories like
Transparent negatives overlaid in your hands:
There is a light and dark,
But an inverse of each.
Sewn together in a warm mess,
Liquid and melting light in time
Habitually, it drips from your fingers
Like rituals of burying artifacts
Far beneath the sun.
Before the leaves fell and the frost protected thoughts in a numb glaze,
I fell into the steam of chamomile tea,
Pervasive yellow sweetened air
Swimming through medicated words like a needle before surgery,
A silence that amputates and eradicates
Hauntings of resurrection.
Two candles on a mirror.
Lighter clicks, sparks, reflects.
Dual realities.
Two sisters, burning from
Separated souls.
A gold coin widens slowly with heat,
the room bathes in energy, clear and warm.
Heartbeats flicker over white canvas sonograms.
Evening light spills from the horizon,
An overturned glass of iridescent breath.
Clouds hover like a ghost, a new melody of space.
I blow candles out.
Their love remains.
Under the mirror, the memory of light unfolds, a mitosis of energy. I regard the extinguished flame, tranquil smoke running through the room like a prayer. Under the wooden table, a carving with the initials of his name.
The love wanders to your open hands. They move and smear with oil paint, mixing the sage green tablecloth, kinetic orange heats a canvas.
Nothing is the same
Relaxing, water replaces air
Everything is different now.
Nothing is the same.
Sunlight still leaks from the window like
Dripping faucets against a clogged drain. Her hair was turning blonde again, like when they were younger.
Humming, she was
Remembering his hands
An emotional limbo where forgiveness waits
Intermediate neglect in oblivion
Lapsing into another’s life,
What’s inside you is not like anyone else
Every instant, a new reflection
More than sinking, less than swimming
Float on, float on, float on, float away
As I sit at kitchen tables in silence,
Rain touches the window like a morning kiss,
Pulling me from a dream, or a seance by a string.
The breeze navigates the house like a breath or a flood:
Silk falling from silk,
Words falling from bridges,
This air is a pleasant dream.
Choose what is real or not,
Resurrect lingering memories like
Transparent negatives overlaid in your hands:
There is a light and dark,
But an inverse of each.
Sewn together in a warm mess,
Liquid and melting light in time
Habitually, it drips from your fingers
Like rituals of burying artifacts
Far beneath the sun.
Before the leaves fell and the frost protected thoughts in a numb glaze,
I fell into the steam of chamomile tea,
Pervasive yellow sweetened air
Swimming through medicated words like a needle before surgery,
A silence that amputates and eradicates
Hauntings of resurrection.
Two candles on a mirror.
Lighter clicks, sparks, reflects.
Dual realities.
Two sisters, burning from
Separated souls.
A gold coin widens slowly with heat,
the room bathes in energy, clear and warm.
Heartbeats flicker over white canvas sonograms.
Evening light spills from the horizon,
An overturned glass of iridescent breath.
Clouds hover like a ghost, a new melody of space.
I blow candles out.
Their love remains.
Under the mirror, the memory of light unfolds, a mitosis of energy. I regard the extinguished flame, tranquil smoke running through the room like a prayer. Under the wooden table, a carving with the initials of his name.
The love wanders to your open hands. They move and smear with oil paint, mixing the sage green tablecloth, kinetic orange heats a canvas.
Nothing is the same
Relaxing, water replaces air
Everything is different now.
Nothing is the same.
Sunlight still leaks from the window like
Dripping faucets against a clogged drain. Her hair was turning blonde again, like when they were younger.
Humming, she was
Remembering his hands
An emotional limbo where forgiveness waits
Intermediate neglect in oblivion
Lapsing into another’s life,
What’s inside you is not like anyone else
Every instant, a new reflection
More than sinking, less than swimming
Float on, float on, float on, float away
