She is streamers
She is stars
She is the red that sustains Mars
Bars don’t exist
On her heart
She is steadfast
She is dangling
She is silver-Mediterranean
Alien and best friend
Alike
She is words
She is breath
She is life seducing death
Express your intent
So to stay
She is present
She is feathers
She is coppery hot weather
Whether you like that
Or not
Surely the circle
Summoning the soul back home
Is where we will heal
This she has resolved
That the missing puzzle piece
Was never his hand
Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
Wounded child
Not a man
Far too old, you play
Absent fingers
Hollow heart
Empty end of day
Highschool sweetheart
Dead to me
You abused my grace
One word for you:
Therapy.
Father-wound to trace
Dearest Wanderlust:
Until the day that I die,
I will fight for you.
Ended as it began
These dark days of November through January
Dancing in digital
Parallel and alone
Yet in analog, earnestly asking
Feigning a truth on behalf of some good cause
Forgiveness follows now, as it must
Lest Winter become as liquid courage
That most dangerous thing
Giv’n The Universe
There seems more to us than this
Maybe this is that
“I feel a small fire….”
She says, in sing-song slang.
God knows, she’s afire.