A Poetic Interlude

Atmospheric Pressure

I watched the sun explode today on our humble bodies and waited until I caught my breath to ask if you felt the falling too. Because I can't feel my feet and I can't see the strings that keep us tethered to the ground.

Earth began to weep and the only sound I could hear was you gathering enough oxygen to give to me.

Humble became a weakness- why were we never so proud?

"Aren't you?" – I hear him whisper underneath the sheets of atmosphere bundled atop us. "Maybe." Because I put his name across my back like a home town that's long gone now; like angel wings cemented and statues that lamented a battle that has already passed.

And all I see is what I see, and what I see is an infinite of you's with just a solitary me, and a star. A huge star that threatened us all, an orbit off course.

A brightness that was more than just light, it was unapologetically nothing but the burn.

The Weather Report

I tasted salt on my lips,

(licked the rest off)

I'm parched because I forgot to pack a bottle,

I'm sick because I can't get the taste out of my mouth.

I remember the days before the sun dissolved, I remember the moments before our skin melted off our backs.

We took the chill for granted, we forget about the shade.

I am tired of me & you not becoming you & I.

"I regret it too." He finally admits. "I never said I did." He pauses; "Had I. . . ?"

A synthetic light flickers and we flinch back violently.

I can't get burnt again and again.

We were never made to be pulled apart.

And I didn't want to stand up when it felt so good to lie down, and taste you on me like the saltiest waves. . . tangled seaweeds.

Claustrophobic humidity beneath the sheets of rain,

Condensed tears that will never gather enough liquid to bath away the pain.

Super-moon

Was it the way he came into my life

Or the story behind him?

Was it really him that shined so bright

Or was it the moon around him?

Engulfed: a word so eloquently crafted, was his presence

How deep does his craft go?

What is constructed?

And what else do we not know?

Set behind the blazing night

I can only see

The gleam in his eyes

The sparkle in his teeth

And the reasons why

Can forever be a list of possibilities

But in this moonlight

Forever seems quite possible to me

The Nucleus

He took my hand and lead me to the city and pretended to be compromising when he was really inorganic, and strictly a nuclear man. (Taunting, even.) And i'm so lit that the sadness can't penetrate my hub of stress. And i'm so pissed no amount of alcohol can render me useless.

I followed him onto the dance floor, but not just there. He led me into the streets, to his bedroom, across the fields. And there was no time to think much less regret.

"I wasn't all bad if I loved you." He attempts to soothe.

"No, that just makes you fucking stupid." I disapprove.

Its not that I didn't love you- we both agree; I just didn't have the time to figure it out.

Because then the fire trucks came and sang while I bit down on my lip hard and hoped for salvation. A cosmic rhythm pushing through me towards you, reminding me of when we use to breath into each other for survival and acquittals.

But it's an after thought, a key component to the next sequence of events, a coincidence.