I Know We Haven’t Been Through This In A While

January 30, 2012

I know we haven’t been through this in a while, But our fingers and toes, and water bottle thoughts Will drift in the wake of our brain fluid, and eventually Come back to us behind the blinking eyes; Staring blankly at the other, whose mouth gawks And openly waits for the butterfly to hatch In the cocoon of our esophagus rainforest.

It really was beautiful there.

I cannot promise the same intention, Or the lack of intentional promises, When the bedroom floor socks knew a happiness That we did not, and could not, until used. When pant zippers unlocked the black hole vortex Of similar Sunday clothing patterns, disrobed And armed…