blunder.

feed me breather fill my empty skull and let him in.
swollen souls and broken bones
huddled through true new neon brick. thick i am sick
ticked i am picked and chosen and frozen and left in the dust.
and i'm falling for you, lacing shoes
and proving truths that shouldn't need to be shown.
trying to keep up with what we're embracing and creating
and the relating of our senses in each other of the other
is another blunder new in our faces but ancient under suns.
we're dancing and we're laughing, and
we're crying and we're tearing, and
we're cuddled and muddled..

is it our own or are we acting out and being overwhelmed and pretending to fend for ourselves?
its all depending on our openness, our brokenness and what we relay to the other.
is it our speech, our minds, our eyeballs reflecting, digesting, investing, requesting?
i'm squirming. i'm burning, i'm churning, i'm yearning for you, praising skylights for you.
skylights, night lights, star brights.

heavens, heavens.

i remember the stars. i remember the stars.
and times and twists and tears.
you can't get all you want, bits of a confidant, try out this, debutant.
no.
you got to steal it, feel it, wrench your bits and pieces.

i fall, you stall, we maul and shred things at the seams.
its clean, so we fake,
the misunderstanding, the blunder, the ranting.
but we're torn, what can be healed, what but lust,
frustration translation ambiguity tripping slipping losing grip and flipping tipping out and ripping off.
but we're laughing now like old friends
in the bends on our hands and on our knees, its been eternities.
my tears are swearing it, boggled and blistered and shocked, pock marked,
scarred, barred but we're laughing, we're joking, we're healing, we're whole.
becoming so, we're running so, slower than ever before,
but paced in our faces, laced in our races.
tripping in friendship, we'll mend this.