Monday, August 15, 2011

Day 756: explosions in the sky

"I know that home/Is wherever she waits for me"
and time is the perfect promise
our lines seems to fit pressed against each other
like our bodies might
like our bodies dream
it makes me believe
we could write something magical together
and we'd be our only witness

its okay to say
that this silence fills the room like tear gas
cuz when youre gone
i can feel every bit of your absence like a song
i've forgotten the tune of
but the words are still there
there are always words there
i hum them to the rhythm of your slumber
the rhythm
i've imagined
and composed to the notes of past lovers
it does your tempo no justice
im sure
but its all i have
that and this poem
to show you
that even in the darkness of all of this
i still believe in hope
and in love
and in moving on
and in you
and your smile
and all the things it catches
how after too long of wanting to stay still
that everything about you makes me want to keep going
like reading your poetry
only makes me want to create more of my own

i've got hands that heal too, you know
and i know
no one in this world is completely whole
so let me be your second home
rest every insecurity you have in my bones
ill hold them like the only promise i know
like the only morning i've ever seen is the shine behind your eyes
teach me not to forget the last 3 years of my life
instead
to understand why every second was necessary
because it made me the me that you believe in waiting for

this is the first real poem i've written in months that that isnt dissected with numbers
it makes me believe
you are restoring my ability in constructing my own transitions
turning this moment into movement

so this is today's promise
that everytime you catch a part of my exhale in the gaps of your ribcage
ill be there
writing songs that help the air escape
just long enough for you to welcome me back into your body
that i will fold every clock
every sundyle
every calendar
into a paper crane
until i have enough to fly myself to you across the pacific
i'll write a sonata for every time zone
not just the six that straddle our distance
so that you will never feel
like the air between our bodies is any less poetic
no matter how tragic
and that this poem
will not mean half to the world as it does to us
that i will keep every line you've written me like a secret on the back of my tongue
there is no need for anyone to understand
but us

baby
its the consequence that makes us shine
its the crash and burn of it all
its the love you lost in the shadows
the baggage in the bags of my eyes
the shingles still clung to your toes
pieces of the rafters im sill pulling from my palms
its the promise that wont make anything but silence
its the phoenix folded into every kiss
i'll show you where shes hiding
we can burn in the temple of our yesterday
born ourselves a new
let the closing distance between our rhythms be our only reminder



1 comment:

  1. Favorite lines:

    "rest every insecurity you have in my bones
    ill hold them like the only promise i know"

    "this is the first real poem i've written in months that isnt dissected with numbers
    it makes me believe
    you are restoring my ability in constructing my own transitions
    turning this moment into movement"

    "that i will fold every clock
    every sundyle
    every calendar
    into a paper crane
    until i have enough to fly myself to you across the pacific
    i'll write a sonata for every time zone
    not just the six that straddle our distance"

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