greeting the morning
with spoonfuls of sunshine
in our bitter teas
we smell the earth
beneath the boots
of endless steps
rain filled
feeding the roots
of walnut trees

crushing daisies
between the pages
capturing breaths
in fishing nets
we glint in moonlight
silver and slight

those honey days
flew by in a swirl
of skirts and ties
dancing drunk
on morning dew

now it's time to wait
for the phone to ring
a knock at the door
creaking of the floor

keeping the keys
was never this hard
guarding the rooms
hollow
scarred

I was always
an impatient kind of girl
casting impulsive glances
in supermarket lines
drawing you in
with my city-light eyes

you were always
a rebellious kind of boy
a grey eyed reader
of hearts and minds
sharp edged and bold
or so I'm told

crow black hair
an onyx wing
pulling me in
making it ring

colliding in corridors
stuck in a lift
on our gazelle legs
forever adrift

the eternity
winks back at us
from the depthless
balcony view
we stand here
holding hands
hoping
we can be new

my purse is full
of ten billion dinar notes
Tesla's face
crinkled and old
not enough to buy
a cinema ticket
just enough
to fight off the cold

the expanse of days
stretches before us
memories yapping
at our heels
do we still have it in us
to make new reels?

sometimes
in the rain
the echoes
of faraway rooms
drip drop on the ground
cigarette smoke
pinches my cheeks red

I read and cry
fortunes won and lost
at the flip of the page
hearts broken
hearts glued back

your hands
pick me up
from the ashes
of garden flowers
place me
in a new soil
and wait for me
to sprout
perfumed words

my fine staticky hair
blowing in the wind
always needing more
than they could ever give
hoping to swim
in a cherry scented dream

amidst the glide
of the violins
I danced on thorny feet
my pebbled shoes
already knew the beat

and the smoke billowed
from a forest fire up north
all those scarlet sparks
waiting to burst forth

a thousand icy stares
a thousand yesterdays
a lovely killing word
hanging on a string
I still remember
how we used to sing

on the streets
and under umbrellas
we weaved the rings
and spread our wings
in shades of off-white

you promised
you would take me
to Colorado Springs
in the fall
and I believed you
rain-stained eyes and all