on auxiliary thought
it doesn’t seem
as if life can get
too heavy but
my bones no longer
care to witness
the simple matter
that is before me
time is lost but like
my bones it prefers
to be in limbo and
time, she knows distance
is for my own good
apart from some golden
days and some hours
made of lead i can stand
up and smile at Pluto
my fourth grade friend
on the yard where
riddles stood for rites of passage
your lip moves a little
eye lids wild sleep takes you
i imagine i kiss you and i ever so lightly
touch your arm hold your calloused hand your scent invades me as i yearn to be taken
yet in your waking hours you revoke permission of my eyes
landing on you
i could watch for ever your gray eyes trap me
you laugh at me my smile drops in
as i feign glee outwardly the flower i brought you
has wilted away then i sang you my love on bloody knee
you stood over me and shook your head
