upon
dashboard–
i spot lights and
dials to guide
my ride
midst
whispers
from backseat
driver side.
shadow play
cradling
innocence,
lost within your
curiosity
towards
life
has lost
color,
then i catch glimpse
of younger
me
alive in your
sparkling
eyes.
amidst
snowflakes
we tread upon
ice sheets
towards a ghostly
cabin
in the corner of
a clearing,
enticed by
pluming smokestacks,
its front
door.,
forever open.
the whoosh of
shadows
from not quite beyond
the senses
assure that i
am ever
seen.
gently grasp my
hand
and drag me
back
to where our sweet
spills freely,
in light of deep
trust–
where we talk through
thoughts that
plague
us.
a pill for
grief
rests on a table,
in a cup,
poured into
a hand
in the center of
a room
where no one feels
a thing.
i watched as steam
rose from your
palms–
extended towards
the void
and knew you had summoned life
from beyond any myth
we had learned.
like top shelf chocolate
dripping on the
tongue,
i’ve tasted
dark
and wanted
more
to coat my mouth in
velvet warmth,
to quell all future
cravings.
a
kiss
breaks up the
fight
like pink doves
landing
in the middle of
a minefield
as temporary
truce.
mother and i were
so alike
that we wouldn’t notice
one another
through our wall of
behaviors,
held apart at
unbreachable distance
while both yearned
for similar.
hands in the garden 
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