The Distant Future

I

must

clamber back

over.

These mountains of memories…

I must keep returning.

Keep returning to that night.

The night my lips didn’t know what it was

to hold back words.

They wouldn’t stay hidden,

I couldn’t clasp in.

I told you the truth.

Then a jump,

like I’d slapped you

was all I ever needed

to know you loved me back.

Minimum

You’re wearing that button-up,

because I told you I like crimson.

It makes you look warm,

radiate safe.

Our bodies are accordioned on couches,

arms linked like Velcro,

and the ensemble in your chest

wants me to know

 your song is still playing.

Then I ask you how you feel,

and you answer,

 “Blessed”.

Some sort of Combustion Engine

My heart’s a clak-a-lakan down these splintered beams.

My gut’s a twisted round some spinnin belt.

But I aint never been more lost

than when I was bein’ drug,

belly down,

by that demon puffin’, scratchin’-soot,

and screamin’ through my home.

When that fear stretched my pupils,

I knew my dirge was comin’.

I begged Christ’s grace,

as blood filled chamber valves,

like gasoline fillin’ pistons.

Just waitin’ on that spark.

Waitin’ on that burst. 

Pearls before Wine

I have to tell someone.

I have to tell someone before

my words forget their meaning.

When you went to marry God,

I buried my heart,

gave it to dust

and never told a soul.

But ever since you left,

I looked for someone

to fill your gap.

I’ve found him.

I’ve found him,

and My God!

He is wonderful.

He is so wonderful.

He is …

not you.

I must forget that now.

Waters more Peaceful

The time mirrors asked questions of me,

I leaned into your beating heart,

and was stilled.

Stilled.

I know the questions will come again.

I know they’ll come again,

but

for this moment,

let’s,

just you and I,

imagine this boat

is on waters

more peaceful.

The Warmth

I gave you The Words tonight,

bundled them in navy blue,

and kissed your silhouette.

Your weight sinks my lungs,

and curls me close.

We’re just two people,

ear to ear in warmth,

sharing century old sentiments,

that are completely new to me.

I love you.