open hearted field
soaked with late summer sun
no audience for this fervent laughter
prickle green trees and cut fruit
holding the back end of silence and stillness
my back arches in a years old shirt
sustenance that is only beginning
read your face like a bible your name in thick, black ink we can't keep doing this there's a haste in my words a broken fever I'm covering up like a child with their hands and their knees in the dirt
kneel on my knees let her stand over me this prize, but a consolation make a comment watch her laughter sting the air life is but the simplest of pleasures
soft, sweet yearning gentle tone I'm caught wanting to be alone mouth drawn open eyes wide shut learning can't just be enough take my time say all my prayers broken open, can't compare
disgusting act can't make myself stay or say go away drive home to nail down an inexorable point can't take even a hint of rejection moving toward something or moving around head spin dizzy from constant counter movement not your fault but it's not