I saw you last
Night again last night
Not really met you
But certainly saw you
Sitting across from me
Just sitting here talking
And somewhere between work
And life between cereal
And juice it happened
The normal cadence of
Things when two things
Only know one thing
And that thing happens
I will meet you
One day until then
Having just run in
Or out of I
Suppose the rain which
Suddenly started after you
Said your last goodbye
Followed me in or
Out of I suppose
That same damn rainy
Place called broken hearts
Oh now come on
Just one little step
That’s right stand up
Here take my hand
There you are here
We go now we’re
Dancing just you and
Me surrounded by others
They’re not looking at
You but I am
As you read these
Words and spin and
Dip and so gleefully
Abandonedly so happily laugh
This poem
Is like
My fingertips
In words
Dancing across
Your ribcage
As you
Are sleeping
My minds
Whispering pleasure
Of things
I imagine
To be
One thing
Despite their
Being another
It takes but one
Stone whether it be
Flat or round to
Cause something to change
The stone is the
Cause and its shape
Is its effect flat
Causes ripples as it
Skims where as round
Causes landslides and avalanches
Flat is akin to
Lying a calculated entertainment
Whereas round is akin
To truth causing abject
Destruction and also cleansing
In its roaring wake
