calculated
Like an old story
Placing fingers on every string
A birdbath filling with rain
Aren't we an awkward place to
Contemplate Love & hate.
So this journey travels
Be it less be amazed
The birds can get higher
With the storm spinning vanes
Water proof wings
Feeding the sky
In a sadness that could become quiet
Every step meaning more
And a feeling we require
To endure
love, keeping others
If she knew my pen moved
the way her lips do,
Like love keeping others.
How my neck leans
to the pulse.
Words too fast to slow.
My animal ready,
abusing life,
skin grows.
I hope it's a sweet night,
One I can get off of.
Coming down.
Folding hands.
Just above the ashes
ready to spread.
A prayer for wind.
A steady grip.
Eye lashes thin
long
together
wet,
On a journey.
Hold me up
long enough
to give in.
Let me rest my head
upon you,
forever
my friend.
Let your hair fall over
our kiss
If we fit
Into being here again.
until you wake
Until you wake
I will be sitting here, wishing for you
in the backest seat of this squarest room, filled pink hue
In dropping sun color painted, A rising moon,
Enough light to pretend your lips move.
Waiting here, It is all of this,
Taking from you, Doctor coats hang stethoscopes
Nurses paper work of daily verse. Smile of reassure.
I scribble hearts and song clefts, notes of your rising chest.
Where all that I have done, rests. My face on your blankets
under your hands, ice chip cool. I wait, I confess so much to you.
I am in touch with the pattern of your beats.
What these machines feel, How they connect you.
Like me, in your last breath, Waiting for this.
Dying blue covered lips, Facing papers to resurrect
against your wish, The kids have left, Daisies, Kisses, and Wept.
Our songs repeat on my playlist.
My watered wrists accompany sulking texts,
An empty journal opened, titled,
..our final kiss