We found-
Stripped down
Paint, and watered
Turpentine summer-bleach sun
That left us naked and cracking
Pulling away at the seams.
Why were we so tightly sewn
Right back at the The Begining?
We scraped paper from our
Supporting walls,
Cleaning up internally,
Starting out,
Filling the plaster where it cracked.
Letting the sopping dark
wet-brown paper pieces fall
to stick to the sides of your paste filled sink
and finding somebody else’s blue paint
beneath the nobody-white.
We worked hard, long into those last nights.
We lost out again,
We left some empty rooms.
You crammed your things
Into some smaller place, alone
we went our separate ways.
“i'm sorry i should never have kissed you”
Having taken my five legs,
Crossing myself,
Hoping to die,
Turning my stomach
Inside out.
Sick on my own
I should never have kissed you…back.
Like smooth train tracks,
Guided, I could go fast
Without fear of collision,
Till I hit that phone ringing
Out of my sleep-
I fell waking and knowing
That this wasn’t what we’d written on the cards,
This was more than one leaf on my track.
We found-
Like a summer thunderstorm
We came back stronger
Bolts brighter
Sheet lightening as
Denim strains, you holding me softly
Stripping me gently
As I dreamt you might do.
Pulling your shirt from your shoulders
I’m thinking
This is it
After all of the anguish and stamping
Out of old flames like fire
This is it
From here on in
Me holding your shirt in my hands
Like an offering
Humble before you
You wet on my lips
This is it
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