looking forward to our
next first
kiss
i step backwards
off same
cliff.
it was seldom
safe-
yet the pressure served
in times of
unrest
words subject to mistaken
interpretations,
our questions seemed
too human
and lacked the wisdom
to bridge our
pasts,
grudge would never
help,
no matter how
good it
felt
gazing into rain
puddle,
the face of fury
fading.
i admire that your heart
shimmers
when there’s
rain,
but resent the way
i dismiss
pain.
at least we’ll know what
masks were
for
should we uncover
little more,
fate drag us where
we’re safe
alone
not so unlike
before,
and when last gasp past
snakes up
behind
us
deadbolt the
door.
i’m still beholden
to you,
beloved bearded
muse-
i’ve grown defenseless
to refuse,
traces of our darkest
rouge
taint boudoir
pane
each time we play
to lose.
boredom blow
my way
on
another bummer
summer
eve’s
saggy string of
stars,
freezer door
ajar,
rusty faucet sputters
steam
a
smirk that curdles
cream.
stumbled striving for
steady-
reflection shattered, shards
gathered..
my bones for
better
or worse reverse
the curse.
the further time
fades
out
of touch,
i confess to knowing
little about
much.
we plucked the last of
fruit infected
like
no tree nearby
objected,
flies forced to lap up
every drop
of milk,
on starched sleeves we
wiped our
mouths
then
belly slithered
south
through swollen
herd
deaf to truth’s
word
while bearing future
children
whom
would nourish those
devoid of
womb,
come crack of noon
on blistered
beach
we
paused to summon
rain-
our twin skeletons
aflame.
clearly you don’t
see me-
at least not
fully,
as i absorb to
release
that which won’t be
rendered in
speech
until
at peace.
hands in the garden 
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