I walked the ridge
solo,
downward
into the squall,
battling hail
with ice-brick hands,
the rain pummeled
me below the alpine line
all the way to my nylon abode.
I wish I were still there,
it was joy.

I lay under
your rainbow
mesmerized,
mouth opened
earnestly
tasting honey,
your tenderness,
with fury rising,
I see your points
above me,
believing.

Alone I walked
in contemplative-thought
along the trail of Virginia-soil,
once covered with blood.

A flood of emotion
swept over me
as an eerie cool fog lifted
toward the mule shoe.

And out of the mist
rose a ghostly specter
to discuss
the desperation,
what horror took place there,
in the ****** angle.

Heartache is so unoriginal.
But you make mine feel special.

You made the hurt feel unique.
Like it was nothing anybody has
ever felt before.

We're all in pain
over the same
recycled tragedies.

But somehow you made mine feel shiny.
My breaking heart felt like something new.
My aching bones felt like a rebirth.

I wanna reward you for stomping on my heart.
Your foot prints on my ribcage are proof of living.

protection
protecting themselves from a dark
projection
projecting themselves in a different
reflection
reflecting their own wish for
perfection
perfecting themselves for some final
inspection
inspecting the collection and making a
disconnection
disconnecting themselves with ever
correction
correcting the world with their own
rejection
rejecting reality becomes the
infection
infecting the world with their own
objection
objecting to every alternative
selection
selecting the story of the
resurrection

My imagination runs wild with thoughts of you.
Your footsteps forever embedded in the sand of the beach that is my mind.
"Why sleep?" I used to ask myself.
Now I crave sleep, for in my dreams we can spend an eternity together.
We are not what people say we are, or what we say we are.
We are lovers, dreamers, stowaways, addicts.
We will live on and love on forever,
In our own little infinity.

{alaska}