the capital of each me

you inspired me today as

you walked by my white leased

traffic tool. 

my soul diluted in your

forever skies.

to describe your clouded

dreams before you got here from

hopeful seas and ambitious flying hair;

coming to the western way.

different sunsets but we trust each

other enough to bleed through similar

papercuts. unspoken spaces between

each breath of lightening fingerprint.

i made a decision and you are

the capital of each me;

the raven me you inspired

in a forgotten dream.

autographed chair

you have darkened my corners

with your white mouth and

i am starving for your life to

bleed on to my autographed

chair. sit on my taste and let us

recreate the lower abdominal of

our galaxy.

indigenous to your coffee

rimmed lips and these sunflowers are

moaning again and again through

our calligraphy winds. i am in

your review and your voice is

tattooed unto my soul;

i forgot to tempt

us into our nothing

meaningful

solitaire. 

open hearted trails

control your waves and allow

their determined freedom inside your

own. become the tides again

and again and let the floral stamina

take charge take charge of each collapsed

atmosphere. bring wedding gowns down

the open hearted trails and forget

everything that you already knew.

remember just the sound of your

breathing above her grey haired

wisdom. captured by your

hallucinogenic

gestures and treble hands; i am

peaceful now because i let go

of me.

time traveled skies

our last intentions were

far beyond our age of

reasonable candidacy. we put

together all of us into one star and

hoped that it would abruptly

fall on our sacred laps. instead,

we devastated the numeral heartbeats

into thinking they were happily

moulded at the better half ends.

i will finish here;

in a place where you are my synonyms

for watering

a rendering of the time traveled skies.

stubbornly collapsed morning awaiting

desperate chopped lips;

an again and again safe keeps our

soul.

fingerpainted emotions and naked eyes

fingerpainted emotions withered

down with our distant tears.

i can plant a tree in your soul

if you let me. i can water

it with see-through intuition

and punctuation can be its’ redemption.

we can flavor the grassy clouds

with morning kneeling and disturb

the indigo skyline with our caged eyes.

you can try all you may;

these words will never

come in your first inhale.

wooden excitement and stubborn

stairs collide into each grain of

mint leaves untaken; i prefer

us unprepared with nothing

but skin and nails.