Morning.
The birds are awake,
why aren’t you? It’s time to sing
and watch the sunrise.
I want to be the
one you remember, and the
one you come home to.
My life rises and falls
with your sleeping chest;
Enough wind to knock me over
in a single breath.
Fragment 3
I wanted to stay there forever,
Right there in that one moment,
Where every heart beat at once
And I was surrounded in all the
Familiar sounds of being in love
With you.
Because I know,
now that it’s gone,
It will never be back again.
Fragment 2
“Who are you?”
He flinched and looked back at me, wounded.
“A memory.”
I tried to recall, my mind reeling backwards like rewinding a tape.
Flashback. A moment frozen in time. Buried emotions. Pieces missing.
But the further back I went, the softer the edges, the more faded the colors.
The film is damaged.
I shook my head.
“A ghost.”
Fragment 1
He asked me if I was okay, and my voice wavered under the gross falsity of my reply.
While I choked out a “yes”, my heart retched and every inch of me was coated in “no”.
Your moon is waning
and the rain clouds are clearing.
I can breathe again.
The very worst words
That anyone could utter
Are: “I love you, but…”
I like my coffee like I like my women.
Oh, the way she moves,
Like slow drips in a rich brew;
Pirouettes of steam.
Two eyes of dark roast,
Her laugh shots of espresso -
No cream or sugar -
Full-bodied in all
Senses of the word; trace of
Lipstick on the rim.
Strength.
Because I’m flooded
when you look at me for more
than a few seconds,
and you know that I’m
not a very strong swimmer.
I won’t drown in you.
