freshly skinny white
leaping from the storm
the 2AM moonlight
fractures with the impact
the rocks below
clarified by the
glacial melt
jagged but deep enough
for divers and explorers
escaping ennui and malaise
on the shore bobbing over rocks
shook freed from constraints
the absence reveals
no barriers for the lubricious and clumsy
emerging from the cold
to stumble on the wretched shore
where bullets won’t start a fire
only tinder and a spark
is all i can stammer
exquisite with the dignity of
elegance and restraint
teasing out the extravagance
of innocence and youth
you lean forward
thick blades arch and thrust
you collared to the clouds
dappling your supple shadows
graceful valleys
no secrets
only tales to distract
away
my constant gaze
and eager intentions
one day
all the secrets just vanished
loosed from your bounds
of splendor and
influence
wielded mercifully from afar
all the secrets vanished
and the emptiness made it clear
your lilly waft-like flowers
in crave like a buccaneer
away from the sea
are a dangerous
rife with rouge waves
and misery/mystery
beguiled by my ignorance
charmed by our incidents
mournful of your restlessness
That first flicker
of luminecense
spark from soggy matches
pouting lips
watched you wait
like a best friend
of a third grade memory
lakefront fireflies
too quick for jars
rocky beach
and proverbial stars
you called me out
to a distant place
i couldn’t recognize
as my own backyard
filled with malcontent
and telepathy
we’ve no secrets
said through forked tongue
try to believe
it’ll make strife easier
when we’ve moved on
from young
the first flicker
of luminescence
soggy matches
and pouting lips
watched you wait
like my best friend
from third grade classroom
swingset memory
lakefront fireflies
proving too quick for jars
rocky beach and the
proverbial stars
you called me out
to a distant place
i couldn’t even recognize
that it’s my backyard
We’ll die apart
with secrets intact
you winking to the end
me twitching my nose
an arboretum afternoon
english bay interludes
second beach under feet
driftwood delivering anecdotes
caught your hazel eyes last night
moonlight reflected from two-thirds
a world away
you told me about the hidden cafe
burning spoon and sugared rim
we both hold pencils and
somehow remember to breathe
our lives are fiction of
what we dreamed might be
but you must remember these moments
are sequestered
not imagined
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