June 17th '10

If ever there was a time for us...
my hands crush keyboard
heavy enough by now with the weight of you gone
my arms chain link snap outwards against that which would do you wrong
we were insects
conscripts rubbing our legs together in the tallest rain bent grasses
you in the clear cut and hotel / no tent
me in the basement / spit chimes
bridge piercing pulled out by the hood vent
endless gaze intent / time held / never spent
double wide bed / on one side i slept
the other empty where you'll never lay
never play / never twist jays / there you'll never sit
but still I leave the space for on every night when I come to bed
drained or strung out or drunk or just a peacefulness in my head
I feel the apparition of the compilation of every second of love that we created smoldering beside me and that rogue ghost of yours (I can only imagine leaves you every night knowing) warms my back or chest or whatever part of me crests the center divide as I slip into sleep to be reborn the next day to see that I all ways have everything in front of me / hun there is no need to find
every day a NEW WORLD awaits without a single ounce of fear to take
so on the days here that it rains (which lately is most days)
I go into the back yard lay down in the uncut grass and dandelions and let the pouring soak me
hands filled with wet dirt I close my eyes and hum in time with the chirping song of when we were just insects rubbing our legs together in discovery of the majesty of the harmony we couldn't believe creatures as small as we could create / for it still echoes as strongly as a thunder storm cascading between mountain peaks...
if ever there was a time for us...