dinamspice
Army of lies
wind and twist
my stomach out
of love.
Several promises
I gasp at air-like,
but you keep pushing
my head under water.
I would pack it tight
& amaze him.
We were allowed
minimal baggage -
being economy and all.
He insisted it
could not
be done.
He had no idea who
he was talking to.
Knot of knuckle
root and dirt
woven and reaching
peakbound -
Every precarious step
(eyes on the feet)
respecting the trip
of you.
Delicate veins
paint your wings
of silk and petal -
You seemed expansive in
your reach to the house
that would become
the epitome
of a home.
Oh violet.
No abrupt
buzz beep
mechanical
interruption
grumpy matted hair
cold feet light-squint bound
Instead
Hazy syrup of a slow
morning half-gone sweet
dreams happily ever after
and I roll over wisp of a
sheet to you hogging
my covers,
but in a good way.
Used to be I'd
chunk through it -
I'd scuffle my way
through my day
happy to have
a hand to
hold.
Seems lately
a sunstream is
quietly sitting on
your welcome mat
A portal to another
me - another us
that glimmers
with hope's
winter
dust.
Bunched fabric
banana-yellow and
puckered seer-
suckered all
pudge-legg-ed
and round
garbled bubbles
of baby
babble.
I wish I could breathe
that version of you
in just one
last
sweet
time.
Dimmed light
aired in the camouflage
of eye squint
and mess of
rods & cones...
but really
it's about the me
I don't want you
to see.
Overloaded with calories
this life of ours is. Not like
most these day - with their
stuff, fluff &
more stuff.
Ours is fat with protein & high
fiber & healthy goodness that
makes us grow up
& closer &
keeps us
hungry, but
also feeling
so full &
fueled.
Dirt road dream
kicked stones walking
right on down the middle
not a car in sight
dust to dusk
flat of the pond
home to loudest
peepers and
friends all
woodbound
and bark.
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