memoir memories

in memories we sit. we sit in a memoir of

our only true elevation and wonder why

the breeze below us;

is below us.

 

he watched the silver as the sun washed his

free lined appearance shrivel in the lit concrete

street; he bent over praying for more glory in

a moments’ day.

lay with me till we die in empty skies.

see the walls around us and

close your eyes to their demise.

 

moon hands

the sun shines and my hands labor
childish pain. come through my
fingers and lets bleed for forty
days. unopened tongues await
destiny's strokes of wisdom;
cages that made benevolent
serpents fall asleep.

i am global in our love.

the universe is so small
with you in my canvas and
your paint brush strokes my skin
and i release gold.

i release.

further galleries
alluding to my aftertaste
and your serene becomes
my tall taste.
feeling your soul through
this cosmic comfort,
i am spirit running free
against your tired proportion
of our perfect
opaque scene.

i wake up with you; for you.

reading walls

together in watering snowfalls
we are deemed together: stapled
by windows. bordered with
crescent lips and moon eyes
the skin between is creeping upon
our writing.i stand still amongst
this big and small; the walls beneath
the floors are colliding into
my breathing.

words; how i missed you.