Tuesday, September 27, 2016

You Can't Hear The Laughter In My Head

I'm leaving pieces of myself everywhere
little strips ripped off when I'm not even looking
I pick them up
from time to time
then find another one
wonder that I didn't feel the catch
as it tore
I wander through these spaces
feel a tug, wonder why
and turn to see
yet another little piece of me
that's
left behind

come fix me
I shrug
and, this, this is other news
come fix me with hands
and pressure
and relax me back together
the big pieces
too tight
too taut
too large to be torn into strips
but you
you could fix me
I'm sure of this
but hey
we can't all be convenient I guess

I'll send you signals through the crowd
made with hands and spelled out in digits
letters
numbers
flash it twice and it's
time for us to go
everyone has a different take
and our story is ours
but even then
mine is not yours
and you
are only slightly mine

Sunday, September 18, 2016

I'm Not Comfortable In Heels

I wish you'd come and sit in silence with me
your presence enough for me to lean against

just be here
quietly
and hold me up
so I can ease
and breathe
and find that space of comfort
letting go

love used to be simpler
when we were children
when there wasn't such a need
when it was see and speak and know
and marriage was the first step
just like all the movies say

I see it's all relative
all of it
there is only the truth that I
separately
understand
alone

so I wrap myself around you
legs and arms and skin against skin we breathe into each other('s)
space 
no longer
separate
for a time
joined
entwined
not twisted
but curled
and curved together
eternally
externally
internally too

you can share a breath with someone
without losing your own

green, you say, green

gold, I say, gold
and

let me 
turn 
that 
up 
for you

new