in mind’s
grey
the earth stops
spinning
long enough for
new colors to
emerge
from all corners of
the world.
poetry
you tamed the chaos
behind my
pupils
with mere mention
of a future
that wouldn’t present
in jagged
shards
for me to piece
together
alone.
change,
once again..
neutralizing expectations
and demands
of a mind, in
control
of
nothing.
hoped i could
outkiss
you
mistaking every
chance for
a test,
while i should have
yielded to the
wet
of passion on
my lips.
the piano sounds of
trickling
water
to tickled senses
held under
spell like
magic
awakens
soul submerged.
passenger’s side
was as close
as i’d
get
to knowing
driver’s
mind
though inches
from mine.
the sky has not
woken
yet i’m up for
its birth-
forgoing sound
rest,
on the dawn of
new hope,
i’m suspicious
at best.
heartbeat against
eardrum
close to combustion
from timely
tension
of strains felt
that need no mention.
taken at
face
as mine’s ground into the
shoulder of your
sweater
to keep life from
finding me
buried in
us.
love is energy imbuing
old blood
that shan’t pump
through the
pipes
of machine who
so longs to
be real.
hands in the garden 
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