polished beads

adorn my heat again

to seam through the veins

of my heart and inside the

steel of my toe. 

i see pink clouds in her

hair; she seeds 

thunder on

purpose.

what did you say, sage?

that you are waiting for me to rip

the raw almost burnt memories

off my ledge? 

ah, thank you for the reminder. 

i was in a deep thought before we met. 

the sage took its sweetness right

out of the air on its own time 

and stamped my cold air with 

rooted feet. 

a sink i can now appreciate 

because the fire is brighter 

than these taps. 

these very tidy, taps.

into very messy,

scented

earth, fog. 

this will be my last poem

so that i remember.

because

before melted steel,

there was hand-made,

better,

buttered

words.

we can decide if new spaces beneath

me can quiver with stilts of metal

pain and paint

at the same time.

saved rain and open

pockets all lead to our

slotted time stamls where

the you and the me and the

they iron out impossibles 

from our laugh lines. 

i'll publish you now.

blushing old bride

 came for the nearing heights to wait

on the toe of our left cornered kiss;

remember the suction of our peace?

how often does it forget?

I am darling to her and you have forgotten

my wand.

three sisters by name by blood by soul

by heart by near and far and closed wounds

and open cut, tears.

we all wept as far as our

metal hands could hold.

still...we managed to forget

and fly.

 

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback 

tears out of idle pen hands, 

and look where it took us.

i've encountered space between us

but I've blurred intentions into

us.

what if i stayed still and disappeared 

in all the boxes and sewed little pockets of freedom 

and each technical slit.

my heavy metal music notes 

would dance and the bus stop 

would stop releasing.

so she lost her way

what come of him?

was there a space before him or

was that just my dream hiccupping?

i am a once upon a time in your

forever with them.

i am enough for that, thought.

i brought back all the pieces and

in front of my they lay naked

and trying.

so at least there was that.

tell the a a the bottom of our

skin to fold back where it came from.

i want more than this...

i want me.

preferred idle eyes

started creating paperback 

tears out of idle pen hands, 

and look where it took us.

i've encountered space between us

but I've blurred intentions into

us.

dimples so deep it cut through 

pirate metal regrets and peanut 

rippled seas.

alas,  i found golden threads growing out of the thunder and 

into my viens, they wepr.

several years will pass,

and deceased poem pellets 

will begin to hurt,

again.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and

we ended our grass-grown eyebrows

and curled up against our dreaming

eyes.

this is where i leave you,

and you kill all of me.

pregnant volcanoes erupted 

in errors as we ushered our

ashes to a fault.

beneath us.

breathe-fed sparrows

with broken wings,

protected me.

grieving greif

bountiful snow with stagnant

silver wings and baby steps leaning

us forward. i have been in this attic

before and the leaks were

distancing my torso from my

words; i wanted to say,

protect me. 

i tied a frayed knot around 

us. protective

brokens and flowing petals

just stood there and

switched places.

i with you;

them with me.

heat beats

heartbeats in my palms 

with tiger sky skin and tanned

eyes with red clouds. 

heaven sent another angel

and Zen breathed again. 

love slathered in pointed pain

and my dry walls beg

for your tears. 

dissected

removed from our patience and as

fast as we moved, 

equal parts were turned into

silver ether; trapped in this comical,

framed,

screened,

cage. what once were words of entry

now have become lists of lines

to choose, human, from.

i chose to tap and lift and press;

you chose an em-dash and 

contractions. i chose this white because

when i bleed,

at least, breathing, will notice.

pole stamped

regulating the purple blood

under our cold months and

forgotten endings. where you started

to end and i died to breathe again.

vines growing inside me in

distracted nerve endings and velvet pink 

cuts; disguised vertebrae. 

babies crying with frozen

ovaries while lilies grow

besides our poisoned,

beautiful,

immature, palms.   

i waited,

so i can.

i can peace in

this place.

passed words

broken into our halves beginning 

with light and far away 

awareness. 

clean air crisped with open

leaves and sharp branches.

we are rooted in that, you see,

in that, closed-eyed, moss.

meaningful interactions with a

flying spider web; reminded of the

peace and loved bricks.

desensitized doors open for peace 

alien skies partnered in fevers.

I have clouds softer than your

whispers.

deceased.woolen holes.

connection.

wet, ok's.

i am sorry.