sun drenched “driver’s arm”
barefoot to the peddle
full tank of petroleum
gearstick my fifth limb
my soul doesn’t want me to forget
that roaming is my home
I’m aligned when my feet aren’t rooted
permanently to the ground
"writing is listening to your heart and taking notes"
sun drenched “driver’s arm”
barefoot to the peddle
full tank of petroleum
gearstick my fifth limb
my soul doesn’t want me to forget
that roaming is my home
I’m aligned when my feet aren’t rooted
permanently to the ground
clean shaven legs
lips stained red
more effort on me
than minutes with you
heels left alone
heavy stale air
full moon silence
resisting fear
are my ears ringing
or is my head filled with noise
tear ducts at capacity
impossible to overflow
walk to run
fours hours later
familiar pavement
different shoes
rolling tarred hills
guide my overdriven mind
rigidly seeking
anything but lonely
intoxicating malt
dreary eyed
concrete tunnel
energy deficient
emotionally addicted
satisfied wants
discarded needs
darkness engulfed
self-disrespected
challenge created
broken glass
power off
copper mask
red brick wall
deep dark eyes
naked inside
high on skyline glow
trust fills the room
hearts on our sleeve
I don’t want you to leave
layers of memories
sealing us like skin
let’s talk about love
what do you believe?
there you were
spaghetti strapped linen
radiating a healthy mask
so dissimilar to my daydreams
strength and resilience
shine through your forest ringed eyes
as we discuss our mundane problems
with mirrored minds
all of a sudden
another crack in my golden heart
when you left I was awoken
to our deep connection
I’m sorry for being selfish
for making excuses
I’m here now
and it’s exactly where I want to be