poetry

gravitational vignettes

i think of gravity and lines
the vibrations between us and how
when we are held
pieces shake off and mix up
maybe love is holding enough of someone within yourself that you don't forget
quiet vignettes where we fall together like gravity
moments that imprint themselves upon us like fingerprints in clay
the moon of me crashing into waves of you
home is where i've left the most of myself behind
in places i could trust to find it
a million ways, a million pieces of dirt stuck beneath my nails
a hand, a kiss, a breath in sweet blue
laughter and forgetting
i will know it when i have my coffee, warm and ready
and yours

twin systems

the more i touch you, the more i become of you
electrons pass from atom to atom when i brush my fingers against yours
i leave a piece of myself behind, too
a memory of myself held in your body

the more i reach you, the more i become of you
twin stars in eternal dance
lovers pulling each other closer draped in velvet sky
we pull tight and lose a little more of our self-ness to same-ness

the more i watch you, the more i become of you
i let you pull my tides to shore 
i'll never have you and you'll never let me go
it's enough that you pull me to and fro

heads or tails