Sometimes we have to get down and dirty. Feel the wickedness that is bitterly beautiful. The lose of love is knowing. The goodbye that hello’ed a once fearful ‘no’. Sometimes I want to run so fast into the night. To places thoughts cannot follow. Standing in a doorway. Impatient with a desire to glow.
Closed eyes rhythm. Gasping letters that trample a key. Touch the face of the complacency. Pain powers. Catch her and taste the trees that crackle between foot blows. Don’t dance to a robotic bridge. Breath indulgences that coffee wine that rattles.
Winds take heart with a draft that cannot half. Grab arms that fold out. Look at her right when she says, let go. STOP and boldly know. This you, me and a fabulous dream. Take a seat we are are bound forever to not.