i.

(always)
long languid syllables
define you yet you are
never hemmed in; your
smile is as they come (as
they come) and your voice
tentative on reception always
strengthens my bones the runoff
flow of words something to bask in
bringing out the red and gold in our skins- so
at odds with your appearance.

you.

(newly)
i remember our first acquaintance
too lewd for me to be using that word,
really. we laden a dirty trifle with fertile
imagination and the few dirty words we knew
seeing the friendship through nonsense. i switched seats to
be with you, you know. the bus lurched and coughed
like an upset stomach echoing but i, I did not
remember. you seemed so steady.

i believe that
days went by dragging
their older cousins by the hand
before we found each other again.
the ground was still, you
turned back. you are
ahead, but I am
never behind
(as you once said,
your arms awkward like
fledgling blooms, growing towards
to the sun that blinds and
preoccupies whilst today

you bring me a jacket that keeps
the cold in, and tell me about your
mother with your braces flashing
like lights strung up on lampposts in darkness.
i never know how to react with you,
to these catalysts of confidences
besides the expected salt plus water. it
will teem on my mind later, brimming
and foaming like a hurricane deliberately
fanning the waters.
but now, i set my mind to you.

are we on the same frequency?
i set my mind to you.

~

I know, I know I know I know. I know. But it's the thought that counts, even if I wasn't thinking. it doesn't say what I wanted it to (did I want it to?) and it's so stunted, a skeleton with broken joints trying to pass itself off as art and I HAVE already posted this but it's meant for it's meant for. It's meant for.

i.

(always)
long languid syllables
define you yet you are
never hemmed in; your
smile is as they come (as
they come) and your voice
tentative on reception always
strengthens my bones the runoff
flow of words something to bask in
bringing out the red and gold in our skins- so
at odds with your appearance.

you.

(newly)
i remember our first acquaintance
too lewd for me to be using that word,
really. we laden a dirty trifle with fertile
imagination and the few dirty words we knew
seeing the friendship through nonsense. i switched seats to
be with you, you know. the bus lurched and coughed
like an upset stomach echoing but i, I did not
remember. you seemed so steady.

i believe that
days went by dragging
their older cousins by the hand
before we found each other again.
the ground was still, you
turned back. you are
ahead, but I am
never behind
(as you once said,
your arms awkward like
fledgling blooms, growing towards
to the sun that blinds and
preoccupies whilst today

you bring me a jacket that keeps
the cold in, and tell me about your
mother with your braces flashing
like lights strung up on lampposts in darkness.
i never know how to react with you,
to these catalysts of confidences
besides the expected salt plus water. it
will teem on my mind later, brimming
and foaming like a hurricane deliberately
fanning the waters.
but now, i set my mind to you.

are we on the same frequency?
i set my mind to you.

~

I know, I know I know I know. I know. But it's the thought that counts, even if I wasn't thinking. it doesn't say what I wanted it to (did I want it to?) and it's so stunted, a skeleton with broken joints trying to pass itself off as art and I HAVE already posted this but it's meant for it's meant for. It's meant for.