What are We?
So what are we?
Are we all I have to hold
onto in this barrel roll?
Tumbling, knowing that there
is no forever
In this conjoining, just a
rumpus to say goodbye to in the morning
I look at you and I want to
be loving and
There is a distance of truth
between us that keeps us both running
Back to lines of singularity
in the median between traversing the disparity
Between feeling close and
feeling alone
I get granite and the thought
of your magic
I pray for the emotion to
dispatch the frantic
Elixir of hope that in you
all this emotion could go ahead and emote
Like an ejaculation of all
this Jekyll and Hyde frustration and elation
At the world and on the
fringe of you
That you could be the canvas
onto which I could imbue
My love like a trumpet and
feather tail brush like a dove
The peace of which I fit like
a glove
To your luminous soul eat
like the apple and roll my tongue
Onto the red delicious rungs
of the ladder to the rafters
Of the hay loft in which we
could seclude these afternoons
Just you and I in undulation
that there need not be all these other nations
Of commentary and attentions
and novelties of places to maintain the stasis
Of what we each must do and
we could offer each of us a place in our pavilion
Spend the life on pause and
bathe the billions of stars out there likes starts
We get to repeat over and
over as if we did not know how all of this would end
Suspend the disbelief in all
the kudzu vines wrapping underneath
Tangling up all the
assurances of why this is not what we really want
A bed of prickly sticks and
eventually we get our fix and wake and the allergies consume
The rationale of why we each
need another room
Sadness sways amidst the haze
of halcyon lights in sex-crazed days
Fire in the dire maze of
green and blue eyed rocket rides
I love you and I do not and I
love you and I want more than I have got
How do I handle what we
are? How do I know just how far,
We can go before breaking a
moving part and being further back than the start?
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