Airborne

turned around

   facing

the other

way

      moving

in some

direction

       i

press on

    with

arrows pointing

       towards

me

run through

     the vines

that     once

    tripped me

fly  over

    my

grandmother’s

    grave

and

    mother’s

face

tumble

and tuck

become

one

with

rock

with

earth

cartwheel

down

ex lovers’

     spines

until

i no longer

see

    the
green

of

vines

 

 

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Bright Blue 

follow my
lines
curve of my
hips

thin gold silver
light
bounces off
thighs

glitter sheen
sparkle
curve of your
lips

swimming over
underneath
waves in your
eyes

flesh on flesh
feel of
your shoulders
against mine

cut into me
like the sun
through the
blinds

at dawn
you are cool
as morning
dew

hands float
down my
back
bone

lips on my
neck
color of
you

bright bright blue

leave me
at sunrise
but never
alone

bright blue