How vigorously did you spin the dice,
and when you love
is it as hard as you kiss?
Tonight, I travelled 13 miles
with a wistful stranger. All i got -
the turn of his neck
the slow pace of his walk
the quiet of his shuffle,
every corner turning
Between the As and Bs, the hushed
intricacy of transience. Between your soul
and your fingertips - where would you place me?
I would say
amongst the gleam of your curls and
the burn of your charred eyes.
What say you?
I like when I have more questions
than answers. Sometimes
when the moon hangs overhead and the stars float
in the undertow, I wonder,
what if my reflection is right beside me?
I’ve been seeing it wrong all along?
Sometimes, when the moon hands overhead
and the stars float in the undertow,
do you love as hard as you kiss,
and where were you going, polite stranger,
when you turned down the corner and blurred into the night?
we are all fireflies disappearing in the sun.
we are all incomplete.