2020-09-12 – Kiss Stained Sky

am i invisible under
the cover?

did i tug it this tight,
or did its moss
grow over?

is it me?

where’s this forever
and can i buy
it free?

and how much do all
these skull scrapings
and chin strokings
really matter

or that thing
over there?

curiosity comes on
just as messy
as strong,

brow lathered
in worries,

hunched on

i should

my rubber tire from
any oak tree in
girl’s yard


and swing so high
our lips brush.

Starry Swingman

..me, dissolved by their mere touch.

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