Winter: Valentine’s Day
The midwest burns through the night, flames
licking the bellies of planes flying overhead.
The passengers cry, eyes burning from the smoke.
We shared, only one sunset but it was enough
to last a lifetime. I’ve never wanted something
so bad, than to watch those clouds bleed again.
Vibrations shake our bones and the blood,
ripples in reaction to this needless completion of
ascending assertions. “Goodnight,” she says.
I am nothing but invisible. Farewell, moon,
the only one that took notice to me. Your
empty stare; cheers to our l o n l i n e s s .
Oh, we let the accusations fly. Daggers slicing,
through diction thick air, humid and alive with
what we’ve done. The earth will quake.
I was breaking a sweat. Punctuation was never
my strong suit, and you, were the queen of
hearts. Full house beats two pair every single time.
The man with ladies hands, he touched my
cheek like a ghost. “Play us a tune,” he swooned,
batting his eyes. Goosebumps creased my spine.
I can taste the ocean salt on your tongue. I’ve
never felt so close to what we once were.
Beautiful and unchanged by misconceptions.
Alive.
