the sun leveled a final look over her shoulder
her nightgown lavender of royalty
illuminating clouds and an even horizon line
the quietest of eruptions, her colors
‘don’t worry, darling’ roared her ocean to the east
‘i will be here in the morning, too.’
they were sitting in a parked car.
they faced away from each other and her arms were crossed.
his hands were in his lap.
they love each other, these two,
by the way, it’s just
their posture exhibits differently
once in a while.
what’s so amazing he said
eyes holding steady on the side-view mirror
is that the fire never goes out.
she nodded silently
a quarter inch of affirmation
and he sensed the movement.
every time i think the fire
has burned itself to embers
glowing in the dark,
he paused and turned to her
his shoulders and the muscles of
his upper back pressed against the
seat as his weight shifted.
he watched the curve in her neck
as he spoke, she she still held her eyes
up and away and to the right.
her breathing pattern changed
and he heard it and saw the
dip in her posture
that practically screamed i love you, too,
i am listening, please continue.
something stokes what i thought was ash
maybe i catch your scent again or
i see the way you look at me and
flames again lick the night sky
towering over silhouettes of pines and oak
drowning out the moon and stars
and . . . well. you know.
and it never stops.
it is a fire that burns
and instead of running out of fuel
and heat this inferno only
grows and i hope that’s ok
i spent the last twenty minutes
to write for you a poem
and sew us even closer together
through my use of imagery
but i was a little too hungry
and distracted by the
crunch of german pronunciation
(i’m in class right now)
to build for you
verses you deserve
so i’ll improvise and say
let us be an orchard
tucked away in rolling hills
and as the sun sets west of us
and our apples catch her last light
before the moon borrows
sun’s dress for the night
and keeps us company
together, you and me
an orchard in green rolling hills
alive and smelling of fall
and the way we always smell
when the sun is in our hair
or leaves, i guess, to keep up with my metaphor
i thought i should tell you that i rather enjoy
the more and more i know you
and you come to know me
when what ‘should’ happen is
the bell above the door crinkles upon our entrance and
we make our way among the aisles of each other and
we find cracks or
excuse me the fabric bunches here or
the color here it’s faded now that i look closely or
wait is it supposed to sound like that i’m not so sure
that never happens what happens is
oh yes i am even more sure
this is what i want this is
what i came in here for
no i don’t need the receipt
i will not be making any returns.
when i was eight
a wave caught me and dragged me under
well actually she swept me up from the ocean floor
my feet and body entirely unanchored
i was entirely at her mercy
she rolled and dragged me and my body was not my own and she owned me
she took me
and so i fought free and she has never claimed me since
the ocean herself the world’s most powerful muscle
not even she could take and keep me
you own me like the ocean
you catch me in your teeth
and shake me about and
i want you to.
it is a joyful thing.
‘this is odd’ he said aloud
‘how do you mean’ she said
they were planets, by the way.
‘it seems i am orbiting you’ he confessed a bit shyly.
‘well come to think of it’ she mused ‘i seem to be revolving around you as well.’
‘your gravity is wonderful’ he whispered, a red tinge in his blushing atmosphere.
‘so is yours’ she smiled.
i hope it’s ok
that at the age of 33
hairline at low tide
and with a mortgage
and more debt than i’d like to admit
and ok big handsome muscles, fine i’ll admit it
and laugh lines in the right places
and callouses on my hands that catch on paper towels
that what i want to be when i grow up
i laugh at the idea of ever considering myself ‘the’ grownup in any room, and
have we discussed how i love words becoming different words
or parts of speech when a space is removed and
we bring them together?
it’s kinda romantic, like how you and i become
i will work out. my workout was great.
you could have every man. i want to be your everyman.
(qualifier, noun) (super noun)
when i am grown up, i still won’t be a grownup.
(verbal) (damn right, i wont)
ok, sorry, maybe another thing on my list
about myself is that i get excited about
inane intricacies of language and stories, and
what i want to be when i grow up is