red

you stood before me
like a gorgeous stone
waiting to be rubbed
or gently tucked away in the depths
of my jeans

it is so:
yes
i do manage to collect these sorts of things

and i asked the sky
oh so quickly
if this were our turn
for what waves seem to do
and she replied with the incoming tied

my grip no longer anchored
i sank within your sand
and felt you climb into my cave
oh so easily

it's beautiful, no? i thought
a place for you, no?

with eyes closed
you answered

it's the red ones i keep
i adorn my entrance with them
: hadn't you noticed when you arrived?

and so with each stone
i collect in your memory
i pray for our grains

that we will continue to
come
and rush

to our shore

so, here it comes.
what you've been patiently waiting on.
the returning arrival from your pocketless good-bye.



"but, where are your eyes?" i wonder.
"where have they gone?"

"they were never there, you see," was his reply.
"you real-eyes what i hide from the others."



and, it was then.
i understood.

you hold onto your lie
like the lolli-pop handed over
after your teeth have been cleaned
by the hands of another

and i'm left with your floss
that remains within my mirror
to reach within my own
only realizing you never really were
anyway

so in the betweens
i find pieces of you
that i failed to chew
and spit with a fire like
a supermarine

to continue flying as i have
before you sat in the cock pit
holding onto your stick
like it was charmed and golden

but

eyes were our stones
that kept us still
legs our locks
and lips, the secret treasure

but upon its broken seal
came fabricated bubbles
popping like bombs
landing on foreign land

whose language

created unspoken barriers

replaced by your gorgeous teeth





god
will you forgive me
for this self inflicted gaze?
god







so many mouths
so many sugar cubes
but so little honey

oh
sweet
the
decay

our decay