Are places to put things when you are done with them.
Even when they are not done with you,
put them in a box-
You can always come back,
or put them away and forget them forever.
I have a closet full of boxes.
But not enough lids.
And so things spill out…
From time
To
Time.
To remind me
of what was put aside.
Everyday
Relentless,
No pause,
No rest
I must
keep
breathing….
Each breath is a release-
Each breath begs for another,
And another
And yet another…
No end in sight,
So like smudged condensation on a schoolbus’ window,
Watch me breathe.
lost,
now found
to remind me of a simpler me.
when black and white
defined this world-
a smaller
safer
world.
before love.
I will need to lose you again soon enough.
but now,
I’ll remember.
are knives
turned inward
always cutting deeper
into your soul.
cutting away at
you
and who you are.
every smile
and every courtesy
and every dream deferred
is another slice
closer to perdition.
love is the bandage
freedom, the suture
patch yourself up
and put down the blade.
flies across
my heart.
I follow for the dance.
But Moon has already taken the lead.
Do I love you,
Or will I tame you?
Do I fear you?
Will I love you?
So much to see
and say
and do
and touch
and be.
So much-
too much.
Safer to wait.
The Game Hath Changed.
Hello Spring.
Thirsting.
Watching,
through closed eyes,
Watching,
the approach.
The approach of distant memories.
Vividly painted with a brush named Scent-
Delicately sculpted by the chisel of Cold-
Proudly stamped by little crows feet,
In the snow.
In the snow.
Lovers spin among swirling red leaves,
Kissing so deep because they know.
Soon their love will harden
and freeze,
much like teardrops
In the snow.
And the thirst goes on.
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