Life as I know it

I want to break
Like waves all over you
Like porcelain when I'm hurting
And slowly when starlight
Filters through your curtains

The three lines
Beneath your eyes
Have become my stave lines
I'm the music in between them
I become a crescendo
Until you look at me
And then my heartbeats
Are very contentedly a presto

Don't you see baby?
Don't you see darling -
When you thought you were only
Tracing circles on the back of my shoulders
In the hollow of my neck
I took those patterns on my skin
To weave my time and space
Together with yours
And to have the colours
Of my kaleidoscope
Weep into your heart

I'm a fool
I'm a fool for you
Need I put into words
That if you ever decide
To up and leave
You will have taken
All the poetry from my veins
And all the dreams from
Between my fingers.

trusting luhrmann on the sunscreen

dance

dance a little darling, won't you?

you don't need the shiny disco lights

or the high tan boots

or even six tequila shots

sometimes you could be dancing

in tandem with the twinkling skyscrapers

and the lights on the sea link

above you

they light up your face

and leave your eyes lit

intermittently

you don't need someone's hand

or another's waist

to dance

just dance

even if it's on your own rug

because the floor is too cold

and your socks are too thin

this time and space

and any other dimensions

you may think of 

are momentary

you might be looking back 

on them in nostalgia

and figure that dusting off

the layers of time and memory

won't paint it in the inky blue

and the hues of red

that you'd want them to look like

so dance a little darling

and make it about yourself

this one time

dance for you

and for your eyes alone

ascending

there's probably nothing I wouldn't do
if I was wearing an oversize shirt

3am, boots and the bottom
of a vodka bottle
see me dance on beds
write poetry and declare my love
for you and the world
off rooftops
dawn isn't far -
they always say
but do they know that
in that moment
3.17 or 3.71am
I have never felt
alive-r
happier
and shinier
in my spot in the sun's moonlight

the cicadas and my parlance
with the stars
is a story woven
in the sleepy undertones of my eyes

ricochet

we're all so alone.
so desperately alone.

and it's a heady feeling like fuck.

empty lobbies and boarding time

I've made homes out of people
Lived in the eye of the storm
Not known it until it left
footprints of ruin
Loved with an electric passion

Seen the faint stretch of the night sky
as it gave way to dawn
Clicked my shutter on enough
nooks, and corners of hills
tried to capture scents on a camera
foolish enough to believe
memories lasted forever

I've flown over the Alps
Watched valleys seep themselves in pink
Seen giraffes walk away into the sunset
Made two feet tall snowmen
on a sixteen feet cover of white
Gazed at the Milky Way
And it's million wonders

and craned my neck
to the point of strain
trying to remember
sounds, smells, trinkets

I've spent evenings after evenings
on the same ledge watching
my fawn colour fur ball
against grey sheets of rain
and woken up to mornings
after mornings
to beautiful sunshine making
silhouettes out of real life characters
I've associated songs with forests
streams and brooks
people and their colognes

I've seen lakes washed with lilacs
believing my love story too
was lilac and faintly gold
and I've believed

Believed like only I can. 

you

you know the
clichés
they kept doling out
as if we
our fates
came in sealed envelopes

a storm and a
hurricane
we played out our parts
pretty well
I'd say

like amateur actors
under the spotlight
we shone
the moon in my heart
and the suns in your fists

only our scenes together
made our vulnerabilities
resonate
echo and sound
together
apart

you and I
we made
ghost towns out of
each other

if I ever visit again
I'll be sure to step
over the craters
on roads and side lanes
but I hope
I'll muster up
the courage
to go see the pale lilacs
you planted for me
last spring
cause I told you
that the colour
reminded me of home
or you

mid week brevity

listening to her
sing about love and distance
in vintage heartache