breech.

i wanted to write about the meaning of us
our centerfold of how we belong
it cuts into the distinct differences
it breaks the question open
long enough to tower its heights
and explore its magnitude
you perspire to learn more in us
then another woman
while i want things which you cannot give
and lack the clarity to tell me in honesty
that you never will
the truth is
i loose myself
in this heat
in this sun
in the endless television
and the sugar that keeps me at thrills length
lost in my love for you that takes me at such great ranges
that our ups and downs have become a steady pace to keep
maybe you are so right
not to tell me
someday we will be forever
even though i know this isnt even a concept
forever.
its some illusionary stance we take on
writing down our lives in some mystical
fanciful way
it was breech
the way we fought for strength to deliver ourselves
out of our consistently stagnant and stuck patterns
that lovers lie down naked to
we pushed until torn
and now were making memories out of our own blood
feeding our bodies with this life substance
that dries hard against the skin

salt tears.

if i were to read the sentences that marked our lives
you would be the comma of a breath taken
life leads us into the fragility of human form
and there are no words to say what is felt
there is expression of face and hand and eyes
it was sad he said
in a way to mark his tears
but the moment watered down
to pale white
and the compromise left it salty with memory.