if all i am
is highly organized bits and specks
minuscule globs of matter
mixed with water
passing chemicals all over the place
dividing till i'm new again
nerve cells with electricity
zipping back and forth
caused by stimulus
real or imagined
and if all i am
has taken the kind of time
to be what it is
that i cannot even grasp
in my highly organized brain
what has caused this feeling
something like poison
to be pumped around my body
giving shout to end it all
to self destruct this machine
give it up
bits and specks separate again
plain and distorted
the storm was nothing
i could write about
and i've given up writing
about it breaking up darkness
and driving back night
i've given up turning storms to words
it was her that was everything
it was her in the light
breaking through windows
some hours after midnight
it was her whose breath
on the back of my neck
blocked out the storm
it was her and all of her
that night coming back to me
i have given up writing about storms
because they allow me to forget
i know my time with her in words
is plain and distorted
the view of the sky in a stepped-in puddle
after the rain has gone
these poems never fit
i write them over and over
knowing they are nothing
a fleck of glass from the mirror
of my time with her
i could write about
and i've given up writing
about it breaking up darkness
and driving back night
i've given up turning storms to words
it was her that was everything
it was her in the light
breaking through windows
some hours after midnight
it was her whose breath
on the back of my neck
blocked out the storm
it was her and all of her
that night coming back to me
i have given up writing about storms
because they allow me to forget
i know my time with her in words
is plain and distorted
the view of the sky in a stepped-in puddle
after the rain has gone
these poems never fit
i write them over and over
knowing they are nothing
a fleck of glass from the mirror
of my time with her
owing to one thing
the smile on my face
is owing to one thing
it's a smile akin
to my most innocent joys
seeing sunshine strike
first thing upon waking
from dark to light
watching water
form and hold a wave
recede a moment later
this smile seems wider
one which we share
as we sway together
dancing back and forth
in a way as simple
as water and light
is owing to one thing
it's a smile akin
to my most innocent joys
seeing sunshine strike
first thing upon waking
from dark to light
watching water
form and hold a wave
recede a moment later
this smile seems wider
one which we share
as we sway together
dancing back and forth
in a way as simple
as water and light
dance
sometimes we did this little dance
this is a statement
i'm likely to make
in my reflective old age
when dancing lightly
is a thing of nostalgia
when my old body
will remember our young bodies
moving smoothly across the floor
sometimes we did this little dance
it's in the recent past
we know we'll always be dancing partners
though as of yet out fingers empty
dance partners
doing our little dance
this is a statement
i'm likely to make
in my reflective old age
when dancing lightly
is a thing of nostalgia
when my old body
will remember our young bodies
moving smoothly across the floor
sometimes we did this little dance
it's in the recent past
we know we'll always be dancing partners
though as of yet out fingers empty
dance partners
doing our little dance
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