i was your artist

but before i go, let's meet. 

before the tide ends 

short beneath our new 

beginning. when change was 

the only constant I disrupted 

its natural course and deprived 

my skin from bleeding its own 

black; forgive me, i thought 

i was your artist.  

eyes soaring

i am rhythmic to your eyes and 

weakened by your knees.

stubborn to your anecdotal tears 

and reverent in your telepathic soul. 

we found each other again and 

time is on our ends' again.

so as you did before, and before

and before; we will soar into

our indigo skies and carry our

forever broken wings. we are the each

in our others' realm. we are the

each in us the one in us we are

lovers from a different place,

we are the earth before this

earth.