november second.

im reaching towards the past for you
trying to read between lines that hold you pivitol
i asked you how you lived
your life before you knew me
although i didn’t care to know of time and space and listless seasons
the way they know and cling to history
not with you
not that way
because now is something different then before
and this i’ll say with confidence
this is how i’ll ask you
to knot the world
tie the strings of lovers to the anchor of a boat you’ve already sailed out to sea
and if i was your lady
would you be my mister
in the sailors water of ocean blue
spread like honey between wet and board and you
lay in curls of each other
folds of sweat and scruff and smell
the coffee didn’t hold the heat
the morning effected the light
and then you were going
i know all about it
straighten out the right and wrong
but not right now
in the silence of lips and lust and lacked love
you wanted to drive up the 80 where the borders reach the chaos
in quite reasoning
i’ll recollect all the hours
minutes given minute detail in the corners of my mind
to give three days more length
of time spent with you
and how do I live the day towards all the other days
be here in a moment you say
drink your orange juice
finish your breakfast
get up and make the bed
call your father to talk about your mother
and its here that you have become the hollow of anticipation
stored in my chest cavity
burrowed into my life