Destroy me
You phantom of a frostbit branch
The window thin as ice but
Thick enough to shut you out, I'd say
To throw a cold shoulder
But you hold the thermostat in your palm
To bade our blades much colder

It falls so softly, induces
Coughing, ravaged throats
Coated in mucus and eucalyptus
And dry as toast
Your accumulation stings.
Builds around my every-thing
Traps me, while you sag on limbs
Sapping at the sight of heat, you
Squelch beneath studded rubber
Soles, and unsuspecting stockings

We react to you in opposites
Sway a daydream tropical
In stiff and childish ways of yours, you drop your toys
Ground to numbing dust
So it falls among the rest of us just waiting
For your twin's return

It's not your choice, to have remains
That soak the grains of greater plains
That lavish in the wreck of your rule.
But to keep the warmth, from coming on
Long after silver bells are gone
Are cold and jealous actions of a fool.

I'll have my thought-provocative chamomile island
Hold your breath if you'd like
As long as it lasts, I'll pull you to the pools
Where the warmth doesn't sink nor spike
It bubbles with treasure awaiting
Marked as rubble that keeps procreating
These caverns, they'll be warm as a mother's arms
The sea life will smile back, warm
As the breeze that will dry your walk home

This is sand I could sleep on, sand that couldn't exfoliate, it's
Smaller than your pores
The roar of a ******, the waves arching spine
Sighing as the loamy foam symbolizes sweet decline
Rind of the ***** sun
So ripe it could puncture with your own thumb
Heated juices soak the soil
Feed the trees, learn your new roots
Swaying palm leaves lap your back
Laughter breaks out in the mouth of the land

Pigmented petals kiss your core
The trustworthy breeze tucks around your form
Of course you'll be staying, even though you never went
We'll pass our days more perfect than the prior hours spent.

My time would be running if it had a place to hide
Filmy ridges of my interest bids to fly in the riptide
Back of the bug encloses and traps
Outside the warm inferior chance to fly
Mind filed down like narcotics in the spoon
Melted just above 232
She drops it in the drain
And knows why so she holds today's paper like fine phyllo
Her ceiling looks like pepper
Her floor dry as bone

It's not a good sweater without the holes,
Artistic and shapely, the sleeves sewn for show
The leather of your sailing shoes gone

Knuckles knee-deep in bright orange dust
Her words half-crunched
In a hurricane of hurried lunch
I mix in wit to her serious plot
Her mouth flies open, filled with half-chewed corn starch
And she still looks like a matriarch

We turned the radio on
But was gradually turned down
The ridged **** twisted all the way around
So she'd mention a song and I'd ask her
"How's that goes again?"
To hear her voice slip in and out
When really I knew it all by heart

Even when there was no reason to,
We smiled
Giggled off each other's cues
She looked from me once
Her eyes widening like a telescope
Mouth gaping, absent of laughter, as she braced a hand against my chest
The liquid-like sucker punch
Of the metal colliding quick
Like jelly under a rolling pin, I stuck
Grasping onto prayers with my fingers loose as God
She didn't scream, just held my shirt
As my tumbleweed Taurus vaulted yet another foot
Into the same solid ground, the same stars of shards
Mingled with bright orange dust sifting through the air.

Wish I had something more to give
Than what is given to me
I'll provide some stale, bland
Day-old bread and some hospitality
Don't be taken at the little eyesight
Conveys when love takes hold
The peripherals that passion gathers
Is the greatest you'll ever know
Your morning breath is perfume
My bubbly laugh is wine
Our three course meal is the sizzling of
Our fingers intertwined

My will is all but cracking
As my threshold strips of pain
And even though it's familiar
It's a joy to be free of the game

The endless nights of fretting
That can now bring me no harm
When I'm encircled in a bed of hope
And my blankets, are your arms.

I love the crystals in my mane
Drenched in sunlight, glowing bone deep
Everything is smooth as butter
Rolled and tumbled from the blue

The sugar on my eyes and mouth
Interlaced in arm hairs
Filling my brown bag
Taste the savory on my fingers
It reaches deeper every time

Strolling foam, fantastic vastness
Fills my mind with emptiness
Hated breezes
Find the towel
Sink til you're beneath it

Lumps of plant life
Look like mountains
I shove my chin into the grit
Level off my point of view
Thousands of years of sediment

Locks as parched as hay
Skin as crisp as chips
I taste you, summer, in my blood
And I know you by your lips.

I cannot fathom a particle
More beautiful than stardust
It builds from core to sediment
To rocks and slabs of ocean floor
The grass that dies and breathes again
The sand beneath my arches

The rubber soles
The air we breathe
The air we share, the air we need
We care for youth until they're meant
To add more forms of sediment
They'll cry, and their babies
Will cry
Not quite out of frustration, but everybody's inclination
And urge to touch the sky

Because we can't breathe this vicious air
We belong to the world up there
Of imploding super nova sights
The nebulas crossing like interstate highways
The traffic of matter holds orbit over all

You can take pride in the life you live
In the air you breathe
In the joy you give
But as for power? Nothing.
Humbled is what you are
Even behind your material goods
You're just the remnants of a star.