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
Category: Affection
WordDance
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
Imagine
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
Overcoat
I do know who
And I know why
What I don’t know
Is where and when
Much like the fall
Knows that winter comes
But not knowing when
It readies itself by
Shedding summers last hurrah
As I too remove
The last summer romance
Donning my solace’s overcoat
Fireflies
Love is like a
Firefly that we capture
With the hearts net
And that unlike those
In the wild never
Stop flickering until at
Last we eventually do
But they are released
Back into the wild
Flickering again until caught
Illuminating someone else’s heart
