condemned air

that i breathe in and out
that you brought back and
forth and our chairs grew
strong but our legs
ran free.


this is the story of
us; our separate
us.


these gaps are the
fulfillment voids that
each master created when
they believed in our
opaque eyes and velvet
heart beats. beats of
heart and shifts from your
every bodily movement;
in and out.


black chair waiting for my
collaboration of indigo
and disruptive laugh lines
to suddenly my
memory.

starting with his adolecent beard

and ending off with your
cold hands and subtle
streaks of pain and old
fairytales, i am condemned
by our knowledge and
distance from each passing
enslaved rainbow.


i remove shackles on
my daily and my memory
is inside your prayer hands
and my lit up temples.
bodily fluid is running out
of places to run to so i will
let it puddle my whole
into a state; golden
nuggets in the smallest
unit of existence
fair with poison and
healing.

my way

written before i imagine
you here where you were
always meant to be.
samples to plea about
our us and in this abyss we
correlate each other's laugh
lines with our unsteady
aura towers.
a meaningful flute with eyes
flying by our sonata while
forgetting its' core destination.
sometimes, we fall apart and always
we are on that same bridge
where brokens and togethers
are irrelevant to the space
between us that never
exists.