Old Key

you jiggled the old key

into grooves

to turn the rigid cam

tang rests fully inside

secrets overflow

out of the small

heart-shaped doorway

filling small

quiet spaces

between us

fitting together

better

than ever

magnetic touches

electric kisses

strings tied together

we take turns sketching lines

mirroring beauty being drawn

in sand portraits of our stories

I beg hands to be gentle

holding my fragile drum

with perforated shapes

of previous gashes

with shoddy patches

too small to cover

our magic infused

plastilina molded piece

only just begun

to take form

forcefully asked

to stretch

and thin

across time

and space

painfully

prematurely

testing its substance

strength

retractability

I ache in anxiety

when it may reach

its limit.

Nothing but the heat of embarrassment to keep me warm.

kissing someone you barely know
intimately connected
figuring each other out

pretend this all means something
a beautiful fleeting moment
quickly fading into memory

explore a trail on my arm
I dance my fingers in your hair
we stare into each other’s eyes
we look for each other’s souls
we discover the color

the sun tickles our feet
our joy seeps out in giggles
find safety in the temporary
as this moment uniquely exists

brush your lashes on my cheek
your smile pleasantly sits crooked on your face
ignore the day that’s pulling
I wrap your arms tighter around me

we float in warm silence

FRAGILE

Sometimes I feel like the world is coming to an end.
Then I realize it may just be the sweet soft youth being peeled from my eyes.
Seeing the fragility of life and the vulnerability of being human for the first time.
in wide screen.

Let’s dress like we’re from decades ago and laugh until it hurts.
Make sure our hair is perfectly undone and talk about the world.