StripedGriffin

among the moss my soul to keep

and never die. and never wake.

the loam and dust my body take

and lay me down to sleep.

I'd like to lay me down to sleep

and dreaming roam the forest deep

the dew and rain my thirst to slake

a home for wild things to make.

it is flung to the stars

(you are my stars)

it will land where it may

my love is not rationed

or rational

it is strewn about

and lying on kitchen counters

and underfoot

and in the way

happiness is the slaughter

of that breathless rush

anticipation, eye-rolling ecstacy of

righteous anger

what if happiness

I drag my fingers

down your skin

could I drag you down with me

to walk together

her and I

fingers not quite brushing

careful cushion of air

safe between us

air is a great insulater, they say.

The passing pickup erupts in whistled

thoughts about our bodies.

They can announce the twitch of their dicks

to the world

but we

have a cushion of air

between our fingers

burning, glowing, flickering in my soul.

with every cracking blow dealt by the world

this fire spills out. I am becoming shining, whole.

all delicate blossoms and light and dates

and the thrill of the unknown, my love,

but fall is full of faith.

to the corners of the world

where the wild and lonely things are

and sharp lines blur

here at the edges of the world.

let us lie down for a while

and see what wears away at our borders

and what grows from the decay