Thursday, July 21, 2011

wristbandpincushion


a some that’s not a where

i’ve gone ever

after

or a you

that’s a kiss’s soft

turned moonsilver

before spilt drinks die

for the ice of another

we’ve

at least

got dancing’s long

with a sleepless here

to bring lost blooms to

openended petals

as feet march spring’s song

and toes twist fall’s gone

we’re still

slightly silently

back when hands hold

and shades draw

so no worry ever slowly

grows like nails

to win

this side of

will be

or were’s are

until then spells now

and i is assured

an us

to travel with

more than gladly

over any under

and never

glued beyond our’s this

or born at most

as lost as also’s too