#MicroPoetry: July - August (2012)

Summer slowly fades; September offers a reminder of what was and foreshadows what will come; and I welcome the ride. July and August were good to me, got to go home, to see my mom, the state that I love and miss; got a couple new tattoos; had some amazing wine dinners; drank more beer than I should have; turned another year older; found a person; saved a buddy and somehow inherited a dog in the process; no major complaints.

Here is my poetic recap for you. I hope you enjoy!

Starring into silver seas
Hand moving from face to flames
Your fingers found my forest
Pulled me to you

They reside
In the space between transfiguration clouds and Hell’s highway
Riding waves as light rides rays

Followed fissures
From hippocampus to mammalian brain
Watched as thoughts of you
Illuminated neural paths splintered across cerebral cortex
Like sheet lightning lights a cloud’s cold surface

I love them all
Their varied shapes and sizes
Moving with different gaits
Some a slight saunter
Certain of their sex appeal
Others head down quick-step
Moving from A to B anonymously

I felt the darkness on me
Coiled around arms and chest
Constricted to apply pressure and control
Revealed intent through slushy ess whispers

Placed my lips on your heart

Drug lower across its surface

Allowing you to feel my desire

As a child

Only Sunday best

Was good enough to touch God

Now

Yoga pants and cargo shorts

The significance is lost

Watched love in action

Her eyes

Focused and relieved

Her lips

Upturned and full

She closed her phone with a caress

She gazed at me shyly

I wanted to kiss her

Lips I had never seen

Making sounds I had never heard

I returned the glance

Reunions

They

Waiting sleepy eyed

For their Folgers moment

Life

Having been paused

Restarts with a kiss

She sad sadness spoke to her like an old friend
Offered a cornucopia of complexity
Held tightly within the facade of depression's gourd

Ate the wild flower
It's scarlet syrup
Stained the creased of my smile
Left me satiated

His perfect tenor

Conjures images of her face

Lips pursed

Eyes closed

Hair falling

The two forever conjoined

As it broke the surface

I remembered

The pain inherent in art

Turned into myself

Burring my face in covers

Covering my ears with pillows

Fearing the clown who came with the storm

I remember you
Silent finger stretching across blood black sky
And the skin crawl to follow
When auditory receptors were abruptly activated

I felt it
Exhaustion
Left hand on wet fiberglass
Bracing overworked bones and body
Head down anointed by man-made rain

Clouds clutter pale blue morning
Like inkblots clutter afternoon sofa sessions
I see you in both scenarios

You

Kissed wine from my lips

Leaving the taste of bitter chocolate

Dark chocolate

Mingles with oak

Effortlessly

He

Lost in his fictional desert

Greets morning

With throbbing head and maroon stained lips

I move slowly
Allowing my body to adjust to new day
Long gone the jet packs
Propelling me into morning at first sound of alarm

Focused on thick chunk guitars and screaming

Trying to ignore the blood letting

The suffering associated with beauty