pulled one
string
to watch it unravel
’round feet,
then tripped over
a mess
i rather not
sweep.
Author: grumpygorman
we went
deep,
and that’s
ok–
i kind of thought
it would
lean that
way,
unexpected was
my stutter,
it’s a shame when asked
to play along,
i felt
it wrong.
you had your
wit with
you,
i was awkward
in the best
way,
you cut through
all that shy
charm
to a child needy
for approval.
see you soon,
we said
and wept and
waved
as though we
were liars,
under the same
moon
we bask in
truth,
to the hum
of long distance wires.
the day won’t
die,
but you and i
might–
‘less we keep our ember
dancing bright,
guarding wick from
winds of
storm.
though always in
reverence
i’ve spoken your
name
too often in your
absence,
my
mythic
depictions
in front
of it crowds
only increase
friction–
and not the kind
that brings
us close.
a
tea
kettle
conversation
run out of
steam,
the coffee break
without
cream..
stirred into cup then
sipped
to
keep lips
from bleeding.
our height penciled
on wall,
just scuffs where
we fell..
while
carefree,
and if i don’t
blink
i see the past
so clearly
but not
me.
watching rhythmic
sway
of an empty
day
on the tip of
branch,
tapping ‘gainst
window
pane-
wishing to
play.
i trace your
sandal
tan
with timid
eyes,
then swallow
as you
uncross your
thighs–
to confirm who
rules the
night,
to bring lips
bliss
until first crack
of light.
hands in the garden 
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