nailed down
we howl as we re-form ourselves
to circumstances
beyond control
(the ordinary difficulties of life)
every breath a thunderhead
and the gnawing frost claws
gouging our churned guts
just numbingly agonising enough
(little troubles medicalised)
and so what, to them, if the little pills
are all that keep us from the darkness
so what if they let us distend and tear
until we're close enough to pass
blonde youth sunbathing
too soon greyed
spheres more air than seed
for the breeze to fill
feel trapped a panicked moment
then stretch everything to floating
or how you plucked the thing
and kissed air into the flight
of the next generation
and jealousy prickled electric
that a kiss was given
other than to me
petty, i picked my own, blew
"we've made kids, kind of"
you said, dissolving me
into tomorrow
wend and weave
calm my skin with kisses
calm my lips with your skin
we lazy-play hours away
heat-hazed and amazed
by accidental detours
thrilling mundane mixed up
crossing paths with ghosts
we could have been, perhaps
from different choices
follow the slow river
slake our thirst
see where the moods run
or the unfurling exhale of this universe
we float and spin
sleep and wake
discover ourselves
without intending to
we refused the bridge
there is joy in the valley
wading the river
ascending to sit a spell
peace in one curved thing
we share in lives of edges
and the need to choose a side