4:40 PM

learning all about the little
nuances that try to define what it is
exactly that lies at your core, the
buzzing generator of unmistakable  
charm, patterns of thoughts like ever-shifting
wallpaper in your head, forever reluctant to
meet my eyes for fear of our mirrored
colors merging into one, pools of green and
earth

5:06 PM

no surprise to figure life is about moving when
raised on the road and pit-stop friends but
I'm at a loss when it comes to leaving you with a good
impression, powerless to live these last few days to the
fullest, stuck on that expression, those colors

5:32 PM

meaning thrives in the silences between our speech, only
beginning to gather itself up before we carry on, fascinated
by the effect our own vibrations can have on another, sure
the aftershock will hit any day now, the yesterday

6:24 PM

next time I hope to embrace the silence as I do whenever
you head off into the sunset, ridiculous quiet building a time
and space for us to enjoy the company that comes with
forgetting I am there and never being able
to forget you

It's dark now.
Another day has passed.
The turmoil of my bed,
like some storm tormented beach,
is empty.
Here in my chair,
sleepless.. ..tortured,
I drag my fingers through my hair
and press my palms against my eyelids;
but the feeling of taut nerves
jangling through me, makes me
flinch, and I begin to rock.
More and more, I wrack
my brain for images or
islands of serenity.
What comfort could I find
when you're not here?
I think back to when
we first embraced.
The sun shone on us then.
But, even as we drew close
that very first time;
I thought I smelled the scent of rain.

you know that butterfly we saw,

pinned

to the case? the one so vibrantly blue that

even your mother who takes everything literally and got eyeliner tattoos to prove a point

stopped.


it made the others look dusty and pressed,

mere textbook diagrams.


that blue,

reminds me of the way your beauty works

the type that doesn’t make a heart race so much as

purr.


when you walked through my mislabeled door, that night when the moon was curvy as a woman’s hips

i realized that when people say love at first sight

what they really mean is love at first loss of sight


because i couldn’t tell you what color your shirt was or whether i was wearing mascara or not

you leaked for me,

droplets of your oceanic soul.


we touched in the ephemeral before we hugged on the ***** kitchen floor.



electric amor,

make me the flower you flutter through fields to drink from

and i promise you’ll never be empty.