puerileperforce

most close smile

all the summers we lived together, held us up by the fingers.

Wear your raincoat.

The sweet lick of early morning glides beneath my shoes as I move forward sleep-walk style, eyes closed and humming mutters.

ajar

there’s something about the voice / how it trickles / like warm honey soft and sticky sweetness fading as memory / forgotten laughter the way a word is said / and then unsaid / eaten up…

his breath, turns

i yawn. my curling of breath / settles into the texture of / sails in my throat, stretching / in the wind of my morning. it / hurts to breathe, and i / effortlessly deluge cool / molecules of clear to…

it is all about i have

(truth)

will you meet me in the spaces / between our fingers become tiny / atom-like indivisible, but one (and all the smaller pieces / that don’t matter) trade electrons become / heavie…