Kinder, Lesser Gods

I say things about 

the human condition 

and sweet talking the sun

down from the sky.

You say things about

the theories of the universe

and how many Machs it would take

to reach heaven. 

All we really want 

is to be unburdened from 

the markings and duties 

that compose us.

To lie in unfilled silence,

unwatched movements, 

shadows dancing over our faces.

Tulips by my bed

perk to your name now,

there’s no need for the sun here.

Cup by your bed

filling to my name now,

there’s no need for water here.

We sway underneath painted stars,

moving in slow motion. 

Half-filled glasses and hot smoke rising;

smiling those smiles

wide enough to capture oceans. 

Whiplash from one too many

give and takes, dizzies my head.

You kiss my eyelids

and the floor stops moving.

Bruises from unsaid and

unresolved feelings ache your skin.

I rest my head on your shoulder

and there is remedy.

Coloring on 

each other’s backs.

Shaky fingers tracing

outlines of those

who were here before.

We are hearing each other’s voices

in the wind and whispers of the stairwell.

Let’s talk about all the loves

we’ve had and lost.

Flint sparking 

in my eyes, running on

limping legs, eager

to buckle under. 

Say those words again,

they are saccharine drippings

running down  

your flat cheeks.

Gold flickering

in your hair, leaping over

the difference, tripping up

steps of hesitation.

Bring those doubts over,

they are drifts of morning

fogging up

my coffee eyes.

There is a rhythm

to us. We have fallen

out of explanation.

The trusting way

our breaths rise

and fall in line.

Keeping pace with the

smoked blue, maroon skies.

Turning eyes to the horizon

that seems to continue

in cadence with 

a never-ending universe. 

From where we rest,

flowers and cosmic dust 

tucked behind our ears,

all will be alright. 

Hands wrapped in velvet,

crushed honeysuckle 

under our fingertips.

Reshaping collision

into affection. 

When we finally close 

our eyes, the planets

come off pause

and continue their 

quiet rotation;

taking direction

from our holy bodies.