waking the walk

in an adorned flask

filled with deep red

seasons; we are

our own rhythm 

counterparts melted

gloss and a plantain

naked in the moons

waning light. 

awakened by 

our dreams;

a forever thorn has 

severed my magic and

delivered our sore 

limbs in each others arms.

i asked you to carry me

but instead

you walk beside me

awake. 

and i,

cross legged under

her dreaming.

moonchild

shock waves across her
slow dancing shoulders
all meaningless because
we cared to never
be careful.

and with broad tears

filled with narrow discipline

we saved each drop of rain

that filled the old bucket

on our new torsos. 

wild waters dowsing

a part towards their own wells

with a feather to erupt

even the slightest 

lonely

spell.

this time i end;

She begins.

wicked deity

i have traveled capital
plantations to find you
and on sudden explored
emotions;
i realized i was sitting
slow.

the whole time your
mouth opened;
too far to thirst
my quinch.

i am running away from
this skin you called
still once, so that i
can breathe evenly
again. forgive the spectators
but when i fell
they all cramped into
my intuition
and watched me
fly.