All posts tagged: mypoetry

Day 22: How to find

Her: nights when the sheen of rain coats pavement in color reflected, light mellowed and a little lost. stars twinkling in puddles ripple blink ripple on the slope of curb no one cares to notice. we might have lost our way from looking up instead of letting quiet direction wet our feet. don’t fret, think steam rising milk skin wet pavement when you lean over your reflection in rain puddles. that is how i carry you with me. Him: …

Day 21: Armour

Him: … Her: every morning, pick a weapon of choice:             the same metal hammered in emotion prick in different ways. who would expect the earrings I push through ears to some days hang in heavyweight shackles. or why the end of a necklace would slice lines from neck to chest in the name of scratches.  today I chose a double-fingered strip of gold to yoke intention on us both to prove the strength of my body under pressure to punch the teeth out of doubt if it dared masquerade as fate.

Day 20: Of Neglect

Her:  the surface of water pretends calm until a bubble of heat breaks. anxious tension can’t hold present circumstances so I try to read our future in rolling surfaces, worried water. the pop of bubble skins into crackly textures of mis direction outward and upward all at once. so distracted by appearances i don’t see the black of bottoms until too late when jagged edge holes the surface of water in an appeal for attention. Him: …

Day 19: As it is

Her: between you and me the slow spread of consciousness is blurred ceiling lines gathering into clarity. how to resist consciousness is sprawled limbs gathering into a body. if I bundled up in sleep and controlled the number of breaths per minute, if my dream muffled ears paid no attention to the cough of morning traffic. could this drowsy peace be real life, could i flex a lethargic body, make myself the shape I am as it is?  Him: …

Day 18: Other

Her: frost is a smokescreen of fragility edged with compromise in a warm breath. knows defiance in the smear of impatient hands, forced warmth. a blush on the cheek, what lying under my skin. what crackling in fractals. cold or heat? your touch or my want of it? i streak across murky pretense, pooling on the sill, foggy white windows reflecting shapes through which to imagine an other you. Him: …