there’s no reason
to push
when it’s clear
there’s no
give
in the game i’ve
returned
from
in much need
of rest.
shadow work
came to the table
already
full
of empty
conversation
and stripping
sarcasm,
i nursed a cheap drink
and caught my
reflection
at the bottom of
the glass.
in wild horses
i see your
eyes
taking to the
meadows
with fire in that
stride,
twilight in your
hair,
ignore my
stare.
the mere mention
of your
life
brings me eye to
eye with
mine
to ponder questions
i can’t ask
because it’s out
of my hands.
the rust baked
skyline
hovers like a
jagged
smile
not a mile from
where i gaze
and inhale
its bitter breath.
should i make it
to fifty
i’ll have solved
a mystery
which has long plagued
the senses
and kept me from
finding home.
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.
passenger’s side
was as close
as i’d
get
to knowing
driver’s
mind
though inches
from mine.
hands in the garden 
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