3 of two
like an organic pogo stick,
fumbling at the laces,
left,
right,
and toe to heel,
till my feet are free -
and you were already
cinching my waist
to liberate
that lost orange belt.
Tumbling over our intentions,
rolling across your twin
leaning away and cursing the space we
create to come closer,
on that ancient frame
creaking under the weight of our affections-
poorly silenced in favor of
a television sedating
the constant potential of your mother's awareness.
But we can't presume comfort
simply for silence
and a lack of
maternal presence, when
collapsing, fully clothed, in Converse I wouldn't
have wished on anyone
when i was welcome inside you.
Though these grey sheets are softer
their newness has never known
the enthusiastic innocence of a new-borne lover,
While we've come better, we've
been no more satisfied, We've
loved more deeply
but never
more shamelessly.
Still smiling, laughing, lives still flowing
but separately,
as once we could not conceive,
but what of what we did conceive,
lost to immaturity?
fumbling at the laces,
left,
right,
and toe to heel,
till my feet are free -
and you were already
cinching my waist
to liberate
that lost orange belt.
Tumbling over our intentions,
rolling across your twin
leaning away and cursing the space we
create to come closer,
on that ancient frame
creaking under the weight of our affections-
poorly silenced in favor of
a television sedating
the constant potential of your mother's awareness.
But we can't presume comfort
simply for silence
and a lack of
maternal presence, when
collapsing, fully clothed, in Converse I wouldn't
have wished on anyone
when i was welcome inside you.
Though these grey sheets are softer
their newness has never known
the enthusiastic innocence of a new-borne lover,
While we've come better, we've
been no more satisfied, We've
loved more deeply
but never
more shamelessly.
Still smiling, laughing, lives still flowing
but separately,
as once we could not conceive,
but what of what we did conceive,
lost to immaturity?