shortened breaths
she exhales
her ash buries the rest
flesh and pink and beautiful
she won't understand
but I try and tell her
listening halfway
between glitches in her head
she mumbles things
and I totally understand
the same defense
drove away everyone
and she looks at me
stayed behind
emotion on the brink
of deciding not to hide
she tips a smile with a nod
and the tears pour out of her eyes
she said, "you are the story of my life."
i.
past over
your lips
form mumbles
i cannot read aloud.
ii.
i'm waiting
for breaking
as my eyes
melt into your hands.
iii.
calling inside
the lines find
live and well and
burning with desire for someone else.
iv.
i caught a tune
on the television
reminded me of
your hold in winter.
v.
if it never comes close
it never does
it's dead and
the x is empty now.
vi.
i've got turning to do
ahead of me
the splits in my head
the splits in between (youandme).
vii.
this resembles
the burnt of fall
extra olives in martinis
and the dizzy got the best of us.
i had you once
thinking about me
twice
two times the speed of
stroke,
every breath of innocence...you took
every exhale in frothy lust
seeded moments of our time in love.
aching for just one touch -
you brush up against yourself,
as smoothly as you can,
close your eyes and
imagine me there.
i become your
secondhand.
You can reach jai truesdale at geekslutnerdgirl@yahoo.com.