;

when my body met your body
introductions were not necessary
because they already knew.
when my body met your body
hands did not roam aimlessly
they found where they belonged.
when my body met your body
the sky opened up and
invited us in.
when my body met your body
our skin became stars
and we didn't have to wish anymore.
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it's not done. but i like.

i'm not sorry.

those things that don't seem right
just can't be left.

;

both the leaves &
i have fallen;
it must be autumn.

i miss both bodies;

i dreamt of the atlantic last night
the waves
pushing forward,
crashing down
& retreating as you have.
the blues against the sand matched
what i've been looking into-
i miss both bodies.
i think of home because that is
what you have become.
i think of home because that is
where i want to be.
i just wish i knew
where home
actually was.

pro(re)gress;

too many
reasons why you make sense (but)
all i need is one to
vaildate:
i feel
safe.
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i take this to heart
because i don't know
where else
to put
it.
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trying to rid you
of my bones &
i'm more spineless than before.
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someonehelpme.

three-legged dog;

when a three-legged dog approaches
i do not stare and wonder,
i do not ask questions,
i take it in.
i fill his body with food and love.
i hold and nurture.
i keep him safe
from the world that has done otherwise.

today i broke out the plaster
and nails
and wooden sticks
to make him a leg
so he can stand again.
with strength.
to eradicate any wavering
or uncertainty.

i didn't build him up so he could run away
and break me down.
but maybe he will still know
the way
home.

when stars refuse;

soft mistakes made audible
by the thousands of inconsistencies
that plague this (you) & (i)
we call an (us)-
this thing that once was
that will never be.

settling disputes only
in the profound silences
of the present.

our conversations lack
punctuation
but
have an abundance of exaggerated emotions
expressed by impatient eyes &
crooked mouths questioning.

you, standing like you matter
-hands on hips-
& gaze to the stars,
& i, selecting the pavement
underneath.

words are spoken but never
taken into account.

[["They are not listening," I said.
You only looked and did not ask.
"The stars, they'll never listen."]]

uncertainty played about your stare
causing consideration to flood
my mind. so i explained

..."Your wishes are overlooked,
for wishes are solely conceded
to those with
((whole))
hearts."

progression of the weekend in this empty house.

[I]
warm body syndrome sets in,
craving a positive in the negative space.
(it has been too, too long.)
possible options pale in comparison
to the present, desired non-option.
i won’t compromise things that -can be-
for things that should not.

perhaps before,
but not now
& not later.
——————-
[II]
stop looking in empty boxes, she said.
seeming to contain the answers i’m
wanting, providing none- creating
an internal storage of more questions.
—————
[III]
perspective comes from places
unexpected, but appreciated.
confidence can be restored by
conversations with one
and destroyed by those with another
only to be rebuilt moments later.
these waves are making
my stomach
sick.
——————
[IV]
i’d tell you not to be worried but i am;
about being enough, or not enough.
about giving up before it’s time to let go.
about not letting go in time.
——————-
[V]
i’m a warm pair of socks for your cold feet.
you won’t freeze through, i’d make sure.
i don’t know how else to say
this is what i want.