Making Tea

I enjoy waiting for the water to boil.
Listening for the hiss as it rumbles within the kettle,
I imagine myself swimming in a pool that is slowly heating up
until it scolds me with the reality of this moment
This moment...
In between this action and the next,
Swimming in the thick-chunky peanut butter that hold time together.
Taking shallower and shallower gasps and gripping the counter top
To stabilize my disintegrating bones.
The lights dim or my eyes close and i feel consciousness wisping out of reach.

But just as my body is about to go limp
the screeching of my water describes its own misfortune
and i am forced to tend to its wounds.

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You lived in neon greens and yellows.
Chasing happiness in a full gallop of ecstasy,
Eyes wide, tongue unraveled and not prepared to keep up.
Sauntering or skipping until your ears folded back-- commence rocketdog.

I needed sunglasses to look directly at your smile,
The way it exuded pure joy is far to intense for an average being.
You left comfortable coziness at the core of every eager admirer lucky enough to stroke your fur.

You saw no flaw.
You held no bitterness.
Authentic exuberance on four legs.
Nobody was kinder... nobody was a better friend.

Your life was a piece of art.

The cold will shake my bones

Spindling roots tangling like twine
Crossing for brief rendezvous with intention of staying forever,
But connected to different life forces
Drawn in different directions.
You're like a maze... or a cavern to me,
I know the pieces you show me...
but out of my view you are as mysterious as the roots that constitute us.
Winding erratically in a path only big enough for impulse.
But while your impulse emanates euphoric bliss
I hope it brings you back to me
So our roots may entangle once more.

The unsettling frustration of focusing a camera on something so small it hardly exist.

My eyes were mixed up with yours.
Were mine the soft velvet color of lustful comfort ?
A first graceful brush of calloused fingertips on my zigzag sweater.
Accident or incident? Only musing to myself.
“You play guitar?”

.......

I imagine myself as a toddler.
Curiously questioning in red Velcro shoes.
Frolicking in the tall grass of unappreciated innocence,
and free of the second hands staccato stutter.

Opening my eyes
And immediately search for the right words.
You're alway staring directly through me.
Unconsciously my unfamiliar hands are drawn to yours like magnets.
Though my heart has been misplaced,
and my tongued glued to the roof of my mouth,
infinity could be said if i could only reach you.

The moment our fingertips meet I'm reminded of the toddler.
A final cry for youth and naivety.
I call myself to me and embrace my tiny form with the deepest warmth.
Muffling tiny giggles in my chest.

City Streets

These street shock and trumpet like a high mountain thunderstorm.
Sitting on the curb,
disoriented as metallic colors and tortured elephant sounds race by,
Infecting my brain as they pass.
Disintegrating into the choppy waters of a malignant civilization.
Swallowing and dragging us to dark depths We've never reached before.

Footsteps

I think of you...
The rhythm of your footsteps is the beat with in me.
As you stumble through uncertainty
--The caves near significance--
Know that each cautious step is a timid murmur of my heart.
Every hop, skip, or jump, sends me fluttering into optimism.
You and I... We'll escape this madness,
inside and out.
We'll be liberated into a peaceful understanding of each other's existence,
and a silent tolerance for everything else.
And
When your feet are entangled with mine,
all four suspended sixty feet above ground,
My heart stops all together.
Enjoying the true serenity of wholeness.