Worry

I worry about you.
I worry how you wake up.
Is your head in your hands?
Do you drive out to the beach just to feel something?
Feel the sun on your back, let it burn a little.
Beads of sweat slowly trace your spine and I worry.
I worry you feel pulled apart, stretched towards something new yet tied to something old.
I worry this tug of war darkens your spirit, shadows your soul.
You have great things; a beautiful mind, a want for good, a soft kiss.
I say you're nice to me, but I worry if you're nice to yourself.
Are there bruises on your heart?
I worry if I'll be the one to help them heal.
There are no answers at the bottom of bottles, there are no answers beyond these small screens.
I'd say the answers lie beneath those bruises, lets try to find them, and worry a little less.

Smirks and Soft Smiles

The dark neighborhood smelled sweet, like candy or laundry and the satellites sparkled in the sky like stars might. And I dwelled on you, I pondered, I doted. Were you looking up at these same satellites? This same night sky and smelling something sweet; something fruit something beach? Were you smirking in the way I do when thoughts of you criss cross my mind? I like to think that as my thoughts of you engage me, maybe they reach across miles and oceans and in turn your mind goes to thoughts of me. Slowly whispering on memories made and memories yet to be made, coolly, faintly haunting you through dreams, be they dreams of the day or night variety. And maybe you too are left with soft smiles in between your realities.

Forgo The Cargo

It was one day and I thought ok

It was two and I said that’s new

When its three and four, will there be more?

***

How can you say nothing? Yet your silence speaks loudly, screams impatiently.

Enough now, this is enough.

How many times can you say go away until I hear you?

Why do I hang on as you ease off, push off and let go

The deepest crevice of emotion lingers where nothing ought to linger

It was nothing but the promise of everything

A promise lost between stagnant kisses and caught stares

A whisper of something more drown in your strange shuffle

A hope for wholeness based on halfness

A dream of sandy sheets and tangled legs

A wish for something deeper cast off as jetsam

Still waiting… for what? I’m not even sure anymore.

All the Fun

We have all the fun

We dance on rainbows and swing from blinking stars

We have all the fun

We dive to great depths then wrestle for air

We have all the fun

We hold hands briefly then kiss in sly alleys

We have all the fun

I laugh loudly and you stare fondly

We have all the fun

Smile, smile, smile, giggle, touch, smile

We have all the fun

We eat all the pizza and drink most of the wine

We have all the fun

I let you set the moon and I bask in its glow

We have all the fun.

Try Again

I could fall into this role easily, fall fast, fall hard, but you're so wishy-washy I am left wishing, hoping for a sign, for a signal that you too are more wish and less wash. I dance through my dreams, search through the daylight and dawn for traces of you, your scent long lost on my pillow, your voice far off like a ship out to sea. And I guess you are out to sea, out to see something, out to find yourself because you found me first and now you're lost. Lost in the unmatched rhythms that writhe through your mind at paces and syncopations no one hears but you, the ringing in your ears of loves past and unknown chaos ahead. But I think about you with fondness despite the rollercoaster of yes and no we've rocked and rode the past few weeks. My stomach leapt and came down again, rush went the wind in my face, and a thumping in my chest as we approached each hill. Try again, this time the little pieces will fit just right. No wrong puzzle. Try again this time the bits of stardust will make a sand castle. No its washed away. Try again… I’m waiting.