We become family when

     the thought of  a shared glass

           of water

is no bigger than that awkward first time you told me,

you loved me.

The way you cover your eyes with your fingers, just enough to peek-
Excited for the fleeting feeling of oneness
Moon-eyed
Hatched before it blooms

stormy, i sent those kisses

back

you gave me so long ago.

//

i wonder how to say that i think about you all the time

without letting you think i changed my mind

i’m a wreck and the voices play to haunt me

//

dreams of you 

say different things

then i said to you.

//

resistance is never at ease

post cards pile up

making up lost time to you-

tired of sleeping in

i wake to the epitome of dull

the croon of different generations

we said change is a chance for something new

my clothes rip at the seams/i barely fit

if i had known you better, i know you leave something out

caught in a landslide.

lost my train of thought-

alas, the sunset sung through the throes of woe

a cry before the dollar did

a cry before the dollar bid

pecking at the flesh like crows

hung upon death row, she

hollered like a wench, sordid

thoughts blessed before the parish, we

holler like loosed wenches, sordid

love dissolves, cheap in the distance

boutiques of roses shred on wet musical beds

and we forget which instance

left green eyed monsters waiting to be wed

the verse a corpse of memories

such sorrow in which it parts.

let’s dance like forgotten footsteps

held hands swung to the beat

our heavy sighs crash like cymbals

just symbols of different peace

let’s sing like dripping dewdrops

letting love rise through the morn

our heavy eyes flash in the moonlight

just symbols of different peace

absent minded to the thought of spent passion

diluted and weighed down by where the what’s in right now met

heavy bags and beggars

lent lighters divulged commonalities and the same state of mind

shared like worn out shoes

“you gotta light?”

dark echoes call rippling bottom up

that strange reflection

got my fortune told in the middle of the night

by a china man selling half truths and beer

and he said to follow the moonlight as if my heart could hear

barely legal

i lose my self to the motion of wet grass in love

depressed in a mausoleum of old thoughts

concrete pedastals of ancient stones saying

you should make the same mistakes

and i caught metaphors in commonplace 

the doctor says i suffer from some fortune 

too blinded by emotions

head first on a crash course to whatever

lonely is as lonely gets

cage the birds fluttering through my ears there is a bird song playing over and over and bubble gum sticks to the insides of your soles ironically, not like poetry

how quick we fall like dominoes

raise your voice for the last time

she says better off dead, like its deleted

forget all the happy, sad, pivotal moments

developed lactose intolerance so i’m on soy 

trying different things to forget the hole in my chest

moving on to distractions

abstract

not looking for love, just primitive attraction

dont want a name, just a bed post tied to my hands

when i leave in the morning

and she dont want a man she could ask not to go

if we could shut out the world for a second

come back to bed, your warmth always dazzles me

stuck haunting old spots-passing by.