Bodies pressing soft Not to break the curve of skin Two beings to one
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souls
Haiku 46
Pale and opaque white drawing in the world apart something upside down
Haiku 10
The pull of unknown they effortlessly collide meeting in time's cogs
Snow
It all comes down in such a pattern. Makes you sick to see it. Makes you sad to know that it can all be calculated and you have no power over it. white numbers falling from the sky because some smart ass in ohio decided that he knew the formula. what a fucker. humans are … Continue reading Snow
You Want Sky (revisited)
Eyes enlightened to The blue, you desire To seek the truth, That grey is only a Blanket. That the Air is clean high up You know. Set your sights, You want the sky. -- Accept gravity And forces elevate intensity. Legs fold, Knees buckle Under axles and axioms. Nix the non-ethereal, Accept the azure And … Continue reading You Want Sky (revisited)
The Koi In the Moon
Two souls Koi in a fishbowl both certain and uncertain the first breath in fresh, glass-cupped water told them that an eternal golden circle was the answer to suffering; the One saw the purity in the Other's brow and followed tail endlessly. The Other saw darkness in the mind of the One and swam behind … Continue reading The Koi In the Moon
Tell me I’m not for you
Tell me I'm not for you, the fleeting ideas of what we have said, memories lacking ink, no verbatim, will fade as records in the sun, as will we with the thin hands of round marked faces, fade into creases within ourselves Swallowed into our own mouths with fiber dissolved in water and pills greater … Continue reading Tell me I’m not for you
Infinite Pieces of Your Soul
“I just want to find that… thing, y’know?” “kid, you’re not going to ever find it.” “what do you mean? Why do you always lack faith in me? Why is there this secret part of you that always wants to push my desires down my throat?” “Because kid, you’re young. You’re filled with too many … Continue reading Infinite Pieces of Your Soul
Let Us Become One
To the sweet girl who quietly maintains the chaos of my soul, to her candied lips of white chocolate cherry, the rum filling of her tongue, to the whipped cream softness of her navel and the down of her small arms, to her glittering soul, ethereal like a kite released to storm: tossing wildly and … Continue reading Let Us Become One
Door
I am a door, planted, rooted in the earth feeling how the grit of the wind destroys my finish. my framework holds little to no architectural soundness and the green paint has bubbled, chipped and peeled from stress and distress. I am a door. Beyond me lies what I do not know, no eyehole to … Continue reading Door
