sometimes
there is a thing that
takes a hold
and runs
come to me out
of love
and willows
i don’t fear the sun if
without the dark
little puddles of loss
self feels like something gone
if we speak it loudly
loud it becomes too
soft breathing i know
intermittent humming in a
kind of sad way
thaw and freeze in a spirit
kind of way
who holds this endless choke
such a feathered feeling hand
tickling my sense of all things
good and fresh
a joy in imagining the abyss
not looking away but looking
through
pine needles
clustered bonded frozen
path
trampled contained
free
let me just step around you here
i don’t want to cause any pain
lemon spray
communion with the sinking feeling
i am pushed further down through
the freeze
summer wafting through fingers
wet with dew i held it
close to you
something cooling came into
focus with a very funny look
complete fear and unknown
long waiting for new
came along tonight
i hope for spirit mist to cover you
feel a pine dance
tonight i say hello
Love all of this, but these last lines are chill-inducing perfection:
i hope for spirit mist to cover you
feel a pine dance
tonight i say hello