portrait

the eyes i give the color

belly butterflies ought to have

all the rest

would be just speculation

free

in the greys of winter
through the clouds of stone
a mass of winged
in common sense
heads south
only one chap
takes a mid-air turn
makes a dive or two
and planes the other way

j u s t
be
cause

blind date

when doors slide shut
find me

through dimming light
sight me

though scissored nerves
sense me

while shutting down
scan me


and see

target

no matter
how close the shot

i miss you

the bridge

if you never saw me again

would you remember my voice
could you retrace the joy
and the sky we starred with trust?

if you never saw me again

would you still hear the singing
could you still picture my leaning
over dreams that did you bad?

if i simply never came
if you never heard your name
from my mouth and eyes and arms
again

how long would it take till the bridge disappeared?