only the empty stay
making the most of this time,
between time
Hovering low below hope
and above dispair
in the middle we meet
the rainbow and the potato
This quiet tension
a silent lullaby
and a promise
to something in a future unseen
Shadows dancing just out of focus
Half formed sentences
shapes and colors blurred
A raging fire thirsty for life
A gust touching every cell of skin
This pivot and prose
Lays over everything
Sometimes in the morning
Sometimes in the mourning
our symbiotic symphony's of saffic songs demand an audience
and a presence
a new familiar
these reflections
in different houses
under the same moon
keep calling me home
I'll meet you in the shadows of the day
and in the polar nights
I am whenever you call
you chest beating
breathing as joy spreads and sweat forms on your thighs,
rolling and held,
spun in place
a maze of stars and wonders
in grumbles and teeth interlocked
splashing in your fountain
spills time everywhere
you come
and I paint the world in pleasure,
the soft hurt of my years converted
I come
an offering for devotion and adoration
my arms are your shelter
my hands are servants of your desire
come heaven or heartbreak
I welcome every right now
no expectations, gods or masters
memories of a quote I've never been able to identify might have been this future calling to me:
"I look at you and all my years of sadness fall away from me"
